Destination Nowhere: Cosmic happenstance makes perfect sense, makes perfect sense Innocent hypocrisies are our only crimes for being we Apocalyptic diaries of what once was and will never be We are merely prisoners of our own sanity We Are drifting along in the Sea With no destination Illusionary fantasies of our ancestries of our history Psychedelic journeys from our minds to distant galaxies Riding this vessel home, lost in space we're all alone We are merely prisoners of our own sanity We Are just drifting along in the Sea With no destination Destination nowhere is where were going Destination nowhere is where were going Destination nowhere is where were going Destination nowhere is where were going