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Over wide open deep sea men toil on the trireme

The stream pulls us astray according to our sun stones

The sail and the hull are silhouettes

As we consult the stars and the stones

The captain’s eyes are fixed in place

And the course is staying the same

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness

Not a slightest bit keen to admit that we’re a ship in distress

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness

Here’s the irony in all this foolery:

We are calling it progress

Is there after the edge of the earth an endless fall?

We all have heard the stories but we have closed our ears

As many hands as there are sailors are pointing in discord

There’s no clear outspoken fear but it is starting to set in

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness

Not a slightest bit keen to admit that we’re a ship in distress

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness

Here’s the irony in all this foolery:

We are calling it progress

Somewhere beyond the skyline the ocean comes to an end

We fend off the uneasy feeling that we’re drawing near!

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness

Not a slightest bit keen to admit that we’re a ship in distress

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness

Here’s the irony in all this foolery:

We are calling it progress

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness (towards nothingness)

Not a slightest bit keen to admit that we’re a ship in distress

With our charts all full of emptiness

We’re sailing towards nothingness (towards nothingness)

Here’s the irony in all this foolery:

We are calling it progress...