Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea
Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep
Lover of machines0adrift in schemes
Cast his lot among rootless thieves
Nightlife swings in the gateway towns
but out here in the inches theres a ship going down.
The sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke
Dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke.

These strange nights and dasys
These numbers taking our names

Cool this madness down
stop it right on time
Got one lsat change better cool it down
before it takes our life

Man without bearings straggles in the wood
Counting on the wold to forget about blood
Stacking up blocks for the god of numbers
Playing slowpitch with the angels of his slumber
Now he is alone with the things he made
Shaking in the aferburn of the arcade
Games distract but they don't appease
What they attract they will not release

Cool this madness doen
Dance inna redemption town
Chant down desolation
Conscious movement come.