Creator - Meat Puppets

Everybody’s got some kind of belief about creator

Some say openly, I don’t know

Some build elevators

To take the chosen few

Who can afford the scenic view

To the top of some big tower looking out on fields of blue

Walking clouds on caves of emptiness

That fall around their minds

To flirt openly with vapor and the trail it leaves behind

Fences fly and sidewalks cry

Concerning our creator

Turning loose the butterfly

That ate the alligator

Picking up its open-ended holographic roots

It moved out to the tower to look down on me and you

Walking caves of empty water in the boring morning rain

Making love to open windows and the vapor trails' refrain