My sweet Calypso, can you calm the waters of my soul?
Help me to find that sacred ground, and push me on through that door
Where into dust we hide; That place with no sound.
Where we enter, sit, and keep our mouths silent.
Words have no meaning here.
Remove me from this society with no conscience but consumer.
Give the world the bullet it's been begging for;
A sacrifice I offer unto thee.
Then help close up all the wounds.