Lyrics:

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
And 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
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
Stacking 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

These strange nights and days
These numbers taking out names
Cool this madness down
Stop it right on time
Got one last chance
Better cool it down
Before it takes our life
Cool this madness down
Dance in a redemption town
Chant down desolation
Conscious movement come (x2)
Cool this madness down
Stop it right on time
Got one last chance
Better cool it down
Before it takes our life (x2)