Wasting The Tides No. One

There's a man on the tv

And he's happily talking shit to me

I'm losing this reality

And I can't quite grasp just where I am.

I was once told of a promised land

Though the sea spoke of its troubles

There's oil and bodies

Littered alongside the disfigured dreams

Of the September Generation

Our new security world

It's rising fast

Check the time

Even in his castle

A man is under watch