1. Tired Face

An empty canvass waits for me,
And I have a palette of dreams to paint your face.
To paint those memories I have of you,
The way your are in my thoughts

A different way of living, of being as one.
Not like the way we used to be.
The burning Sun is on my back again,
And its time to face it's light.

Those memories I have of you are twisted by time.
And that very way I used to be, is now just a memory.

Orphaned dreams I have of you,
I've grown tired of their flaws.
Your colours are all tainted,
And time has moved on your tired face.

A different way of living, of being as one.
Not like the way we used to be.

2. Super-Sonic Blue Thunder

In my head, distant thunder rolls on,
Blue thunder with distant hooves.
Cloud formations in my head,
Are looking set to burst anytime.

A satellite in time, drifting on the waves.
Eternally spinning round and round.
You can't find me, far away.
And your mind cannot say which way I am,
For I am gone...

"I'm drifting and spinning on the web of thought,
trying to anchor onto something of substance.
Now I am falling like an angel from grace,
but with a soul-felt emotion of being free..."

A paranoid fly on the wall,
I cannot be caught by mysterious webs.
At sundown I travel to the stars,
To gather my disciples at the sonic boom.

Gods of blue thunder, riding chariots of gold.
Super-sonic sound blast, heed one and all.
Sub-atomic lightening, it shatters your soul,
And it's echo resounds on and on and on and on...

3. Not All There

It's not up and not down, neither East nor West.
This feeling is all around me.
From here I see no stars for I am far, far away.
My mind is on another plain,
Just a blade of grass in an ocean of shields,
To tempt the wrists of Gods.

Have I become a thorn in the side of this holy ground I grew in,
Destined to go up in smoke and leave the rest in ruin.
This poor man's tale, of a mind now lost. I can't conceive what his sanity cost
Never to be seen again...

A voyage of contrition, through mad abolition,
I am the seed of angels tears.
Glistening on a bed of emerald green,
Waiting to be sown again & again & again...

A survivor of time, I'll show you the way.
Which many have lost, in the world today..

"While heaven wept, I held a cup to catch the falling tears.
And from this prison released my mind, held under all these years.
So on and on I've sown the seed, like chapters in a book.
And freed my dreams from constraint, to have a second look".

Have I become a thorn in the side of this Holy ground I grew in?
Desined to go up in smoke and leave the rest in ruin.
This poor man's tale of a mind now lost, I can't concieve what his sanity cost.
Never to be seen again...

A voyage of contrition, through mad abolition,
I am the seed of angels tears.
Glistening on a bed of emerald green,
Waiting to be sown again & again & again...

4. The Only Way

The time has come, to heed the call.
Days of darkness are abound.
We've lost our way, somewhere in time,
There's no compassion to be found.

Lost in the dark years, an entity of light.
Breathing life to it's future, mankind's past holds the key.

Search through the pages of history,
Find that which is lost.
Find that which is lost!

An empty cask, an ark of souls.
An ocean of feelings lies within.
Release these auras, unto the world.
The flock shall learn the way...

Speeding through alien terrain,
All colours of the spectrum,
This flight of rapture enflames my soul.
The only way, the only way...
As the aeons pass, so we fade.

5. Interlude

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6. Land Of Fog

Challenge the very essence of sanity,
By constantly shifting normality.
To you I am a clown dancing alone,
But I am a conductor of the stars

In the land of Fog, I am King.
The Lord of my own creations.
Will you pass the gatekeeper and come in,
To hear my inane proclamations?

Strip the truth bare, see it naked and cold.
See it in perspective to where you are.
"But remember the orbital transcendance illusion"
By the time you've seen me, I'm gone.

Forever passing to the land of Fog,
Shooting stars are the glints of my heels
There is thunder at the door waiting to come in,
I should go now to answer its call.

'Sky surfing stars in a sea of everness.
Their screeching breaks, echoing in the blackness.
They turn and gather, flying flends of hell.
Trying to trap you in their webs of doom!'
When stating destinations, the price must be paid.
To pass the test of time, through which the mind is decayed.

Caught now in my own shrunken world,
The transmission's broken down.
Danger sirens are echoing from within,
Only time will tell if I get back home.
The key to unlock insanity is hanging from the stars...

Caught now in my own shrunken world,
The transmission's broken down.
Danger sirens are echoing from within,
Only time will tell if I get back home.

The key to unlock insanity is hanging from the stars...

7. Yesterday's Rain

When the rain starts to fall, I feel at home.
No matter where I am, that's just the way it's meant to be.
My way of solitude, is second to none,
It's just the only way I remember.

Like drift-wood on the tide, I'm carried out.
Onto the sea, from there... (who knows?)
As long as it keeps raining, I'm home and dry.
I float on into the depths of my mind...

Those melancholic feelings, so damp and dark.
To me are like a summer's cooling breeze.

Memories from a time of life,
That seems to me now, so far away.
Young and innocent, black with child eyes.
The way I used to see, it seemed so clear,
From here, everything's so unsure – everything so unsure...

Them years before my birth, they seem so much to me,
A nieve face looking into the sky.
And now that sky's uncast and un-clear,
And I'm so sure – like yesterdays rain.

8. The Doomsday Machine

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9. Escapologies

Please forgive me, for I've been gone
For far too long, to the other side.
I was searching for somebody else,
But all I found were reflections of myself.
Apologies – Escapologies,
There's no place like home.