Help me! I am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon I am dancing sacrilegiously to sound of infectious tunes There is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on Earth don't seem as they are The opal planet I once called home is revolving a dying star
Strange! Awakening from crionic sleep I vacate my homely hemesphere My soul travels on turbulent thoughts whilst my innards remain here I feel pity for the ignorant one who leaves the egg but the shell remains The severence of umbilical ties multiplys his deepest pains
Thought the eyes in my head I hear the purple flowerâ€™s scent Casting shadows in the shade Lusting for the gates of jade Though hallucinative wealth I can not comprehend myself Sterility, fertility - the life that dwells inside of me
I often stop to wonder whilst gazing to the sky Is there life beyond the quasars, will I find out when I die? Is there a beeing out there who gaze into the night And see our burning sun as a tiny spark of flight?