Tell me you're with me if you don't then you must be against me. What do you want from this whole world maybe look for a new place? It didn't seem to matter all the time that you wasted calling up home from the edge of the known world. And nobody matters why do you care so much tell me brother? In just a few years be all screwed up you'll be just like the others. It didn't really happen after all you were promised. Call me up, bring me back home. Science beckons us over the edge of the known world as the sea forged in spirits of the Viking world. What is seen not always is perceived underneath is everything you dream of. Driving me under, pissed on a park bench or down in the gutter. Ugly with anger, used to be fodder in front of the big guns. And nothing ever changes after all. we are burning, crawling up walls. Standing on a cliff top on the west coast of Ireland looking out at the ocean under a dying sun. What is seen not always is perceived. Underneath is everything you dream of.