wisdom came and went before the morn
i was a sailor then, when we were a thousand strong
pious and pliant, the preacher wandered on
just ahead we see the edge, but the end is never near
give your life for a good time
but your soul is much too dear
fear not, for several hands are here to help you
i see the light, at the end of this dark tunnel
music is madness, so we rest in the sadness instead
those stories are what we fear and life is complex, unless its clear
so go outside my dear and sheer the wool from the skins
feet first she’s risen, at least a hundred times or more
thirst and hunger are no longer an issue here
so keep yourself steady and ready to hear
the words of your master, are always quite near