Caught in a time warp
Of forward reverse
I have been to the future
The present is worse
And the past is the key
To the clock on the cage
Of the random screen cell
When the prison's a wage
And now nothing is real
I don't know who I am
Just what I am made of
And where I will stand
With my toes in the sand
And my body, the waves
Ironclad in a mountain
Of watery graves
To which I've adapted
To this changing climate
In my peace on earth
You have only to find it