man without a rudder is ruled by the sea lost all anchors somewhere in the deep lover of machines -- adrift in schemes cast his lot among rootless thieves nightlife swings in the gateway towns but out here in the inches there's a ship going down the sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke these strange nights and days -- these numbers taking our names [Chorus:] cool this madness down stop it right on time got one last chance better cool it down before it takes our life man without bearings straggles in the wood counting on the wolf to forget about blood staking up blocks for the god of numbers playing slow pitch with the angels of slumber now he is alone with the things he made shaking in the afterburn arcade games distract but they don't appease what they attract they will not release [Chorus:] cool this madness down dance in a redemption town chant down desolation conscious movement come