The Elements
Deadsy
Commencement (2002)

Through the mind we flee to space,
as the shadows choose the place.
Though afraid, my sleeper must awake.
So I've used up all and left this time.

Station -
Towards where we're falling.
Faces -
Glowing blue eyes upon me.
Waste us,
or make us slaves 'till death like upon me.
Or turn around and fake their proud,
I've found my true calling.

Well beyond the mortal plane,
lies the place where ones life can be exchanged.
No more conscience, no more pain.
The now, the past, the future stay the same.

Station -
Towards where we're falling.
Faces -
Glowing blue eyes upon me.
Waste us,
or make us slaves 'till death like upon me.
Or show the world exist without the day,
while the tall one tries convincing us to stay.