Deadpan Blues - Kaleidobolt

Vacuum-packed realities, disposable beliefs

Carbon-copy moments, sequenced in routines

Superhero diet plans, rich in fluoxetine

Tasteless bites, cosmetic sights stainless and pristine

What if there was more to life, more than meets the eye

Something deep beneath this devil in disguise

Narcoleptic lullabies will never turn me loose

I will have none of your deadpan blues

If you’re searching for ecstasy

You’re a lost cause, a has-been

Filtering for messages buried in white noise

Little drops of wisdom hidden in the clause

Scrounging for an answer, for a beacon thought the fog

I will have none of your deadpan blues

I won’t have it

Deadpan blues

I will have none of your deadpan blues