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