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 mossnothing was learned
Every highway has turnedon to winding avenues
To a black wall they're carved on tonow to earth the land is at war
With each whittling birth behind every door
They'll do unto you what they've done to meso not to let go means not to be free
Nothing was learnedevery highway has turnedon to winding avenues
To a black wall they're carved on to
