none of what we've gained compares to what we've lost
i had a friend who left, couldn't keep up with the costs
none of what we've gained is anything we've got to show
slipstreaming behind our demons, overtaking nascent freedoms
none of what he gave will ever be repaid
call me ishmael, killing that whale in a bid for freedom from the land
but i incite the murder of that which is free, by my own hand
none of what we've gained compares to what we've lost
i have a friend who remained locked in stocks
and i am become death, the destroyer of worlds
every time i let my mind gloss over, impeding wisdom's pearls