[Verse 1]
Now every time I close my eyes to this ghostly enterprise
harken back to that cult of death, recalling the first word ever said.
In that word   there sat a seed from a seed   sprung a machine,
from a machine an un-muttered speech but the form exceeds what it means.
 
[Chorus 1]
I ran around   those ancient highways
and I went down   to that time of Lore.
I swam on out   in that brackish water,
mosaic of   all come before.
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[Verse 2]
Dip me under different water,
wrap me up and take me home,
filled with hope wrapped in useless armor.
You’re my friend now, find my foe.
 
[Chorus 2]
I ran around   those ancient highways
and I went down   to that time of Lore.
A river came   and knocked me sideways,
an ancient tree   becomes a boat.