If I could I'd pull you into these waters I know
Where recollections  dwell and  hesitation flows
Oh sweet child where we struggle against sorrow
And atmospheric  thunderheads'  of tomorrow,

Strange shapes of the future where I can't  go
The poison seeds that we have sown
All the mistakes I've made that I should  have known
This wounded soul of mine that  must roam,

Burned by the ancient  candle wax of Rome
There is no freedom from the dead zone
Where mushroom  clouds dwell and future generations  moan
Oh give me a disguise as effective as a drone,

The tide has turned it would seem
From the illusion of the fools to the sanctity  of dreams
All rolled up into the evil of schemes
The undecyphered realm of the unforeseen,

If I held onto your hand long enough
You might perceive way beyond the mindless fluff
Oh the endless calls for transcendent stuff
I'll  admit around  my outer edges I'm a little rough,

The world seems a bit benign tonight
But for the potential  of man's ability to fight
His propensity to create  his  own plight
Surely nothjng in this world can make these atrocities right,

Continually the legacy of the tormented soul
You hide it from everyone  so you play a role
Still for right  and wrong its  a battle for control
Not the kind of wisdom you seek from an opinion poll,