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 Flower'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?



[Repeat Verse One]