Coz the Shroom
Active Member
monkeys got this way of grooving
the body's dead but the hand's still moving
some of us are utter wizards
at endlessly stuffing our gizzards
we don't ever let the trail get cold
that's dopamine or so I'm told
and in the end we're all the same
we chase sensation we need game
free will is an illusion
let there be no confusion
racing with flights of fancy
seeing what other's can't see
envying the blind
I face my monkey mind
A monkey's hand stuck in the jar
let go to know how free you are
But cling too hard to what you're grasping
It ties your hand again relapsing
we don't ever give up the chase
we make descisions with too much haste
and when we don't its still a waste
dirt always has a dirty taste
Monkeys got this way of feeding
they like their meat while it's still bleeding
some of them teach master classes
on sitting on distracted asses
don't ever let the trail get cold
that's all we do until we're old
And in the end all of this stuff
will end predictably enough
free will is an illusion
let there be no confusion
racing with flights of fancy
seeing what other's can't see
envying the blind
face your monkey mind mind
So sit your monkey ass on down
for one more ride to monkey town
face your monkey mind
now rise up off your monkey ass
don't let your time speed idly past
face your monkey mind
