A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns
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Blue, cold and the raging starwind
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glowing colors at fearful speed
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indistnct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog
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in outer space on an axis
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In another reality on a supersonic journey
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inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows
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if he just could make us understand
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In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want
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just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
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Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace
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the colors blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell
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The disclose that we had to die... We pit the hand that fed us
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in outer space on an axis
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In another reality on a supersonic journey
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Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul?
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As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what
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burdens we were to bear
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Supersonic Journey
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