Stanza 1
Snow is falling now somewhere in shanghai as an old woman wipes tears from her eyes. The sun is hidden by a ghostly white snowflakes settle on powered mountaintops
Chorus
No, it don't appease me just to take it easy. My thoughts challenge me to infinity. Life ain't so breezy just ask an Israeli. Nothing more hounds me like these Scatter-thoughts not an afterthought. More like culture shock.
Stanza 2
Deep in Africa under the hot sun there is no let up of a forced regime. Though it's happening far away from me. I feel the army closing in on me.
Chorus 2
we can play the same tune thinking we are immune. But will it carry you to the very top? Call it nigh to useless. Dark, bleak, grim and hopeless. As you climb ropeless to the very top. Careful not to drop or suffer culture shock.