Turning and turning through an empty time
A flat-lined pulse and death of the mind
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold
Anarchy is set upon the world
A blood-dimmed tide is loosed and everywhere
The ceremony of remembrance is drowned
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely the second coming is at hand
I speak these words and gaze, and stare
For the elder sun lies forgotten and bare
Searching far and wide for answers over and over
Yet nothing can ease the pain of drowning forever and beyond