Lyrics: 06. Supersonic Journey

A rotating silver colored plateau, drops that dance down the columns
Blue, cold and the raging starwind
glowing colors at fearful speed
indistinct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog

in outer space on an axis

in another reallity on a supersonic joureney

inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows
if he just could make us understand
in the emptiness there is nothing that that can draw the picture you want
just a stillborn child on hands that fumble

Raging, raging at incomprehancible pace
the colores blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell
They disclose that we had to die... We bit the hand that fed us

in outer space on an axis

in another reallity on a supersonic joureney

Is this what is jet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul?
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what
burdens we were to bear