Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream  And had it nailed to my forehead again   To keep this boat afloat   There are things you can't afford to know   So I save all my breath for the sails.     But you'll find those lingering voices   Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice   And make a moron out of you   Walking a bridge with weakening cables   Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate   And it's a lot to put us through.     Most ideas turn to dust   As there are few in which we all can trust   Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mind?   So let's abandon that track   And leave our fathers fighting in a sack   Cause we are way too wise-assed for that.     You might find some fools at your doorstep   Hustling the latest changes to the book   That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply   Marionettes on weakening cables   Huddled up with fear and hate   Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through.     We've taken on a climb   And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs   Walking up a slide   And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track.    But you'll find those lingering voices   Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice   And make a moron out of you   Crossing the brindge on weakening cables   Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate   And it's a lot to put us through