Towards the end of time we're strangers to ourselves
Driven by the wheels os tatic rationalism
We're feeding the machine
Our eyes are closed emotions paralyzed
Too busy and too wise to hear
The crying voices from inside

The more we live for material
The less we know what it is for
Building castles out of sand
Until the water washes all away

Oh why to rush, why to run?
These pain-ridden hearts in the rhythm of routine
Still somewhere deep inside
Empirical unconscious, open mind
Somewhere deep in your mind
There lies a road unwalked, forgotten path

The more we live for material
The less we know what it is for
Building castles out of sand
Until the water washes all away
Enter into the stage where logic has no place
The darker side of your hemispheres
Here in the ride side of your mind
Thereality is no more the same
Riding on the wings of your dreams

Enter into the stage where logic has no place
The darker side of your hemispheres
Here in the ride side of your mind
Thereality is no more the same
Riding on the wings of your dreams