Cool This Madness Down - Common Rider

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

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

Sop it right on time

Got one last chance better cool itdown

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 n 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

Dance in a redemption town

Chant down desolation

Conscius movement come

Cool this madness down