From the recording Momentum
Lyrics
A roadblock, traffic jam, thorns and thickets on a pale foggy twisted path.
Fish flopping on the deck, missed the hole in the net, one step forward, two steps back-
Land mines in the mind, faucets leaking the well dry.
Taking licks, trudging on, blown out tires, key broken off in the lock-
In a hall without floors or doors, gold all panned out, busted up escape pods.
Revolutions stopped evolving, does anyone else notice the stalling?
Stones in running shoes, tied together combat boots, worn down souls/soles-
Overdrawn accounts, stopwatch without a tic tock, Sysphean boulder-
On the shoulders, mobile dropped overboard, sinking to the ocean floor-
Driving on fumes, needle buried in the red, brilliant strategy can compensate-
For inadequate tactics.
Not just talking about me, talking about a whole lot of everybody.
A wrench in the wheel, a spike in the spokes!