Abstraction - Alchemist

Help me, I am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon

I am dancing sacrilegiously o' the sound of infectious tunes

There is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on earth don’t seem as they are

The opal planet I once called home is now revolving a dying star

Strange, awakening from cryonic sleep, I vacate my homely hemisphere

My soul travels on turbulent thoughts whilst my innards remain here

I feel pity for the ignorant one who leaves the egg but the shell remains

The severance of umbilical ties multiples his deepest pains

Through the eyes in my head I hear the purple flower’s scent

Casting shadows in the shade, lusting for the gates of jade

Through hallucinative wealth I cannot comprehend myself

Sterility, fertility, the life that dwells inside of me

I often stop to wonder whilst gazing to the sky

Is there life beyond the quasars, will I find out when I die?

Is there a being out there who gaze into the night

And see our burning star as a tiny spark of light?

Help me, I am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon

I am dancing sacrilegiously o' the sound of infectious tunes

There is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on earth don’t seem as they are

The opal planet I once called home is now revolving a dying star