Our grave danger built of lights and motors strikes the locals hypnoticnAs we swept the sick off of our infested ship in a dazzling display of logicnnWe drink the water we sail onnSo drink it up sailor, sail onnnWe are all wrongnnBullet trains are bringing home our soldiers to find their families tramplednWith the weight of the fiber optics placed inside the soil samplesnnSurveillance for the chapel doornOh lord, keep safe our imperfect formnnThere is no port from the stormnNo shelter from the wrong I've brought alongnAnd I've caused it allnnWe are all wrongnnI've seen so little lightnIn the grip of constant nightnTrack my life by satelliten'Cause lord, I'm lostnnOur season is at an endnWe'll burn every bridge to keep this ship sailing on