• Spiritus stars reach out to the milky way
    Past nebulan constellations confound
    Roars the cosmos, subatomic playground
    A macromaniac's electroshroud

    And so is the journey from nothing to something
    Again to nothing and start again
    The bewilderment of time and space on our small minds
    Challenging man to move past the smog-filled skies

    In rips and tears begin our fears
    The vacuum promises to swallow us whole
    Gigantic spheres to military fantasy
    Representing all improbable

    Even at the speed of light
    Ancient scripts tells wrong from right
    Deep inground minds feeble against night
    Hold tradition like said blanket tight

    Another world holds another wonder
    Yet more lies to tear asunder
    Aeons infinite to soothe your scare
    A relative speck of life to endear.