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