Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel,
The earth is turning and you know it very well,
Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters
Wheeling and you´re gonna hit the ceiling
Like a mallet on a bell,

Hey, blenderhead,
They´re starting to ask questions,
Your transgressions are a danger flashing sign,
Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor
And feel those flywheels churn on your blenderhead

Tally up the gleaming ventured in a wishing well,
Each shining trinket has a story it can tell,
Your moments pining like those tales all
Intertwining can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell,

Hey, blenderhead,
You ask so many questions,
Your confusion´s a life-affirming sign,
Break from tradition and carry on with valor
And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead