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!