We are drowning In the ever rising tide of ancient lies We are floundering In the wreckage of pure beautys hell denied We are conveyed Through passages of darkness and distrust We are betrayed In the labyrinth of fear and disgust.
We are confined To the narrow formal rage of hollow minds We are defined By the shriek deafened self-inflicted blind We are defaced By the vandals of regression at the gates We are disgraced By the torturers confession that awaits
But somewhere on the other side Hope stands and freedom rings Somewhere out beyond the dawn A soaring eagle sings Somewhere theres a masterpiece To rise above these things A marker that will guide us To the realm of pirate kings.
Someday, some way well return.
We are chained We are shackled to the treadmill of demand We restrained But proud romance of an ancient rebel stand We are deprived Of the self destruct relief of wild bunch conflict Yet we survive Because our eyes have seen the glory of tumult.