Andy Jackson - The Gyre lyrics

[Verse 1] No sign of fond farewell as I set you free Not out of any love, but indifferent apathy Free to barge through the waters And drift away downstream Rivers of man who has plenty In our own words to deceive The foreign pelts of art that a foolish heart desire In the gyre [Verse 2] So I kicked the can down the road for another few years The ocean grows ever higher as it fills with salty tears [?] around her neck Who pa**es the casualties till his bottles fade [?] The man are from a Heaven of arts that I thought I regret In the gyre [Verse 3] Off-grid eco-warrior Or techno philanthropist The noble savage or immortal transhumanist Where to find the answers The future or the past Who defines the heroes? I am land of calm arts The chosen few to sail as strong as fire From the gyre