The Man With 100 Cells

Refusing what you are given You want things to be the old way Resisting the revolutions Changes are coming anyway Unable to thrive, to change The mask doesn't veil anymore Strip yourself of all your riddles Do not reject all the lessons You're not a child anymore You're not your former self And what's reality now? The tools you've used to get by Aren't the keys to your tomorrow The wind is blowing The sea is shifting The storm is rumbling Darkness descending The gales are sweeping The waves threatening Horizon is grim Tempest arriving Hey skipper, look ahead, navigate Hey skipper, look ahead, navigate Hey skipper, use your head, manoeuvre Hey skipper, look ahead, navigate Oh, the winds can blow But your sails can defeat it The storms may rumble We all know your hull is fit That sea is rough now Mind you, do not slip Could destroy your ship Put a nail in it When darkness descends Your radar will be your sight The waves may unleash Your mast will stay standing high (La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da) (La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da) You are the captain Do you feel equipped? You have now taken The helm of your ship (La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da) (La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da)