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