After all arriving omnicron,
Rising from the seething data-pool.
Glimmering with droplets of illusion.
Seeping through the fabric of nothingness.
It's been absolutely impossible to work with these earth creatures.
Their soul is too controlled.
You are on the verge of destroying the entire universe...
Everything you thought you would ever do.
Everything you thought you ever knew.
Take a good long look and sing again,
Another song an we will dream again.
Psyberdelix (c) 2009