In half a century
They will mass produce the poison
That will finally take me
Away
From this place
Cartwheeling through the twin ends
Of this vast inner space
Floating free
From the anchor contingence erased
On nights like these
I fear the creature
Will finally wake me
Away
From my sleep
Walking the miles of myth
Of a cruel misery
Speaking with stones in the tones
Of a prehistory
Go on darling, go on get some rest
Your body is a criminal
Go on darling, go on get some rest
I am not responsible