Perfection, a world apart we are
Bright star and the eye
...I am

Riding the tides. [bad word] .. Astral grace
Down silver locks to cosmic crossings
How far have [bad word] 

As saturn devours, of mind-streams' oddity
Rift wrought [bad word]  rippling...
All shackles have now fallen, nebulae horses pulse on
Can I feel?

Locked within pandora's music box
Watching from the portal of I
Baying through woven soundscapes
black dog lays at my feet... Oblivion...

Cold, celestial brilliance
The canvas unframed, elation
Circus of radiant motion, alive

handful of earth... The only reminder
Majesty, take my hand

We weep to believe, where only dreams have witnessed beyond
We weep to believe, where only dreams have...