From the recording Angel Ghost Dream
Lyrics
Give me some time, I'll give you the news- The twisted vines are tightening the noose.
It's a battle of soul, its a rhythm of mind- A reaction of yours, a stitch in time.
Get it together, just doing our part- If there could only be a movement-
A cultural masterpiece of art, something that we make, that we made.
So many reasons, so many lives, so many lovers in death march rides-
Panic epidemic, we know what to do- Love what you can, to thyself be true.
With all the precision of a Mayan sundial- As sure as the tides-
The hand of fate burns us for good or ill- There's no choosing sides.