Captain's Log
Ship's helm quickly approaching primal fog
Pick your slots
Bet on anything that's black and hope you can sway the odds
Food for thought
Possible light beam rotating in the distance
Call the dogs and doctors
Scientist can't offer a convenient pause

We've found ourselves beached upon the shores of the cathedral
Deep inside and underground is a cybernetic evil
Titled "Too many emotions for one human soul to stabilize"
So one by one we reached inside ourselves and gutted garbled drama a couple dozen times

This is where the torches march one by one into the twilight
Haunt a couple humble houses
Give a couple grown-ups Hokey Freight so they can treat their cellphone like a night light that absolves your sins with every head-nod

(Are you in a dream now?)
Yes I think so
(Is anything here real?)
Yes I think so
(Do you stand on Holy Ground?)
Yes I think so
(Do you know what you've found?)
Yes I think so

(Is this world a nightmare?)
No I think not
(Is anything worth this?)
No I think not
(Will you stay unhappy?)
No I think not
(Will you live and die here?)
No I think not

A trinity of hidden secrets spell the homeworld you'll return to
When the sun sets in the garden watch the tattoos on his skin move
And find themselves asphyxiated to the kind of strained frustrations that teach alchemists to bend moods at first sight of the full moon

Enter Sandman with a deadpan to drown your sleepy hollow sorrows in
Recollect yourself once you're awake on the other end of your praise and worship dance