I just want everyone out of this cage,
to feel the ruin of this capricious age,
I want to see the pain as it runs down your face,
as you realise that Earth is our only place.

And we're hearing the artificial joy,
of laminate love and fearful choirboy,
I long to meet the kiss of the sunlight's early rays,
I'm talking with others but my eyes are locked to your gaze.

I'm sipping beer just to get through the day,
I know I'm gone but we've all got to find a way,
so I'll stumble to a falter, each time the world grows colder,
each time I'm left to hike on through the sleet.

But I can be in Paris by dawn
scattering textbooks on the lawn,
calling, calling:
"you must remember how to feel,
before you come to
reinvent the wheel!"

And, this is my heart's disaster,
abandoned building and fading plaster,
the little room inside my head,
I come to scream and scare out the dead,

as shadows lengthen across the room,
disturbing my Atlantean womb,
I think of the drugs, and how I'm starting to fail,
throw the money to the wishing well,
but coming back with an empty pail.