Brainwashed ethics hide the horrible truth
of what we all long to say and do.
God handed me an apron,
Said, “hey kid, go to work.”
And so I went with no regrets
Wandering through memories
On the open faces of strangers
Trying to find the source of true expression.
Wished upon a star,
Only to find an unknown
Luring me back home.
Familiar resources, Familiar living.
Don't scare me with the truth,
Miles is playing,
Let him Jam.
God,
let us all Jam.
