I found myself turning back to look
At the seas of people beneath me
Betrayed the design by release of immature emotion
Had my suit jacket and hat in hand
A gate's crashed and flung wide
I went to church and forgot I ever could believe
Questions for the past of their clear minds
Were their thoughts without designation and division
Something desperate's up my sleeve
And no lines allow for mapping
Cause I close my eyes and feel the teeth of the machine
I was ever holding my suit jacket
Your nightmares/your creation
And when I finally let my guard down
I was in the middle of the sea and drowning