See them crawling through the day on furtive unrepentant claws
Hear them howling in the basement
Listen to the donkeys bray
Sometimes you must cut your losses 'cause organized retreat is so much better than a rout
Don't leave the field to the enemy without a plan of action
Leave them tethered to the shit that they make every day
Their venom pools in a darkened corner
They'll never find the antidote to themselves...

Melting back to daylight, the I behind the lens
Fresh horizons flow beneath the current undertow
No one knows tomorrow and barely knows yesterday
The daydreaming gate-keeper has uncollected fines
And that's fine with me...

I can't tell you what to say, and even less what to do
But there's an essence somewhere that I believe is true
So even if you must cut your losses and just let some things go, that's so much better than a rout
Let the enemy try to get air out of a vacuum
But Panic is no Option
Panic is no Option