psychedelic waves in the ocean of war

nothing was learned from that leasson before

we're a traveling mass with a memory loss

while the army men roll but still gathering moss



nothing was learned

every highway has turned

on to winding avenues

to a black wall they're carved on to



now to earth the land is at war

with each whittling birth behind every door

they'll do unto you what they've done to me

so not to let go means not to be free



nothing was learned

every highway has turned

on to winding avenues

to a black wall they're carved on to