All's quiet, except for this song

So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone

And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts

Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory

And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of fight

And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see

A joy, in every possibility

And all around us is a great, great failing

American rockets red-glare in a most

Disgusting triumph

And in passing I am asked, "Do you believe in a God?"

I shrug off the answer, continue to get high

In this terror of no explanation

I am looking for a faith

My panic is an only reason

There's a joy, a joy in all I can see

A joy, in every possibility