"But still it moves" I heard you cry Matters of fact attract, with time to bide Thread sisters stay on my side Heavy headed when we collide Ten sounds at once reverberate Coin-operations self-sustain in a cloud Compulsion caught will penetrate "Come on son, do your country proud!" Lead us down to the ocean And wash our hands of campaigns for the self-assured now Fading white in surrender And weary from the beating sun that blinds you Straighten out your fiction As means to ends and ends to meaning guide you