As Our Dying World Strips Off Its Coal Fire, I Can See My Life Begin To Shape In The Form Of Your Nightmares, And As Time Goes By Faster, I'll Know My Worth Is Written In The Chronicles Of Your Long-Forgotten Destiny
This Last Echo Is His, Known As The Altar Of Scientia aka The Young Anti-Messiah, He's Everything The Spiritual Teachers' Establishment Has Been Afraid Of
Everywhere The Stars Are Shining, In The Future And The Past Alike, Don't Think For A Second They Are Moving, They're In Fact Just Lifeless Walls To A Surreptitious World Within A World
Before I Start To Fall, I Travelled In Time To When Creation Had Begun; Why Are We Praying To Higher Forces If Time Stops To Tick When We Sleep? And When Love Rules The World, Will The World Ever End?
I Was Born An Angel In The Days Of Old Diogenes The Cynic, Who Had An Imaginary Baby Named La Luna; She And I Would Talk About The Moon And Everything Still, Leaving Behind Our Past Lives As Spirit Animals For An Unrealized Alien Intelligence
