From the recording Cacophony [Parts I & II]


when the ship feels like it’s sinking
and the rigid truth starts to bend
take comfort in magical thinking
the mast cracks but breaks who knows when

the horizon slowly turns sideways
holding on to the anchor rope’s end
suffering for the drowning adventure
as the pain only lives in your head

here comes the light you never wanted
spin it round, round, round, round again

the violence tosses you forward
unable to know what comes next
strangers probe unrelenting
meeting those that decide what is best