The seas of change have become raucous and violent.
The waves are cresting and they toss ships to and fro like rag dolls.
Seaman are shaking their fists hopelessly at the heavens.
The powerful and powerless are becoming less distinct.
O who may judge the apocalypse?
Who can say what is right or wrong?
All we can do is try to ride the out the hurricane.
And not drown from the shitstorm.
The waves are cresting and they toss ships to and fro like rag dolls.
Seaman are shaking their fists hopelessly at the heavens.
The powerful and powerless are becoming less distinct.
O who may judge the apocalypse?
Who can say what is right or wrong?
All we can do is try to ride the out the hurricane.
And not drown from the shitstorm.
