Vivid arts of the mind
A desire to leave
Other places I find
They cannot perceive
What shall I do or write
Trying to find a way out
Against the fall оf the night
Telepathical shout
See the artificial star
Trusted cell for perfect brain
Our invention lies insane
Compelled to live
With love and hate
Your world it is
What you create
They store the memories when you die
A perfect soul, a perfect mind
A million years is never late
O-oh, o-oh