Take my hand, let's look back and loosen our strings.
From dark nightmares where ghosts rock and
roll, for longer, lower, want to starve the day.
A big, tiny thing, there is often glory in deadly silence
In the embracing middle of the dream, for longer,
higher up, a new day arises.
Let's find where the mind goes, surpassing itself
And all that will be, that was and that is,
now.
Knock on the door, and through a gateway as never before.
From a reality that protects some and suits them, hunger,
gives birth to the glorious new day.
Let's find where the mind goes, surpassing itself
And all that will be, that was and that is,
now.
Let's find where the mind goes, surpassing itself
And all that will be, that was and that is,
now.