Living in a sea of mass confusion

Hard to tell the difference between fact and illusion

Trying to yank a few people out of their delusion

But in the end I wonder if there’s a solution,

The world is aflame with insanity

Some fools can’t figure out what it is to be free

They don’t seem to understand there’s no place to flee

Much like my estranged lover who left me,

In a space capsule out of control

Grasping for the pitch and yaw switch on my console

Might as well seek answers in a crystal bowl

In a world where self-destruction is the intended goal,

Trying to find love for the last time in this abyss

Never thought reality could deteriorate to this

Needing an angel to save me but all is amiss

How did I ever become so hopeless?

Still the world rains down and the sun comes up

Leaving a universe inside my paper cup

Still you look at me like some neglected pup

My sphere of influence set to disrupt,

Perhaps I should plunge into a psychedelic garden

Where there’s no need for wiring or electronics to be hardened

Did I really need some death row pardon?

Hope I don’t have a rendezvous with a few kilotons.

Like a pilot in a flaming plane with no parachute

The next step is predictable no need to refute

How unimportant now were all those little disputes

What have I done with my life? Oh shoot!