The Atmosphere - Crematory

Flying on the astral plain of your body,

Ssearching for the light — searching for the light,

Searching for the meaning

Why do we live?

Why do we live?

Why do we need all this knowledge — why do we need?

Just a return to childhood — just a return

Flying on the astral plain of your body,

Searching for the light,

Searching for the meaning — why do we live?

To learn?

What do we learn,

Why do we need all this knowledge,

When we turn into old, ineapable people

At the end of the learning process

Or it isn’t a change at all,

Just a return to childhood

The soul wandering from an underdeveloped body,

Intruding the corpus of the newborn,

Recurring the beginning, over and over again,

Where has the knowledge of the other lives been lost?

What remains in the end?

— The passing of the soul?

Or is it just the beginning of another dimension

Who can tell, the dead?

But they are banished in silence…