Back on the island

Water tunnel three

Cage ascending

Someone looks like me

Look up at fingers

Reaching into space

A roman soldier's spearhead

Jammed above the waist.

Heard someone speaking

A voice without a face

The ocean's churning

The cables stay in place

An operation

The locals couldn't save

An undercover agent

Drowned beneath the waves.

Outside the confines of a super-mini's door

There's a california king

Placed directly on the floor

Oh, the surfer can't forget

The shells around his neck

But you were born beneath fluorescent lights

You've never seen a starry night

You saint.

Fake fortune teller

Scandalized by fate

Broke bodybuilder

Crushed beneath the weight

Lost and deluded

Trying to find your place

Inept long-distance runner

Losing every race.

Outside the confines of a super-mini's door

There's a california king

Placed directly on the floor

Oh, the surfer can't forget

The shells around his neck

But you were born beneath fluorescent lights

You've never seen a starry night

You saint.