man without a rudder is ruled by the sea
lost all anchors somewhere in the deep
lover of machines -- adrift in schemes
cast his lot among rootless thieves
nightlife swings in the gateway towns
but out here in the inches there's a ship going down
the sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke
dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke
these strange nights and days --
these numbers taking our names
[Chorus:]
cool this madness down
stop it right on time
got one last chance better cool it down
before it takes our life
man without bearings straggles in the wood
counting on the wolf to forget about blood
staking up blocks for the god of numbers
playing slow pitch with the angels of slumber
now he is alone with the things he made
shaking in the afterburn arcade
games distract but they don't appease
what they attract they will not release
[Chorus:]
cool this madness down
dance in a redemption town
chant down desolation
conscious movement come
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