Taste of fruitful inhibitions of a human.
Incapable of future seeing
beyond his thoughts of music.
Birth of music, birth of child is one.
Language of the world, the missing sense.
Wait, wait, look at the sun,
music of blinding light,
sound strength destroying sight.
Warning man, time for collection.
Take for you your choice of senses.
Warning man, time for collection.
One which has no earth connection.
Feel and touch the music sense.
Hear the cycle man should have.
Feel and touch the music sense.
To fight emotion, mans defence.
Music is the spaceman's time.
A travel form of moving love.
Music is the spacemans' time.
Placed on earth for man to find.
Music has no earthly connection.
Taken from the source of Creation.
Music has no earthly connection.
Listen, time for your collection.
Taste of fruitful inhibitions of the man
Beyond his thoughts of music.
Created and abused by man.
Unaware of future seeing.
Part II: The Maker
Knowing,
Gift of music showing.
Gift of love to show me the way
to the little man.
Teaching the way for the little man,
Show the way the music stems from love.
Music of my soul.
Maker.
Let me meet my Maker.
Let me see the man
who will offer eternal life.
Show me the way to eternal life.
Reincarnate music of my soul.
Music of my soul.
Love, let love guide the way,
for man, to find his music.
Love, let music be love,
to guide man to his soul.
(Music of my soul).
Part III: The Spaceman
Astral planes, the unknown sense,
lives on past human life.
No man can sense the whole.
The missing sense his soul.
Governed by an unknown factor.
Fiction in our life.
No man can sense the whole.
The missing sense his soul.
Take us to your leader,
to the man who rules the mind.
Reincarnate knowledge,
As the soul reborn unwinds.
All life's secrets now unfold.
The mind begins to glow,
as helpless, watching living man
destroys and doesn't know.
Spaceman living in his suicide mind.
Odyssey colours for the soul to find.
Vision blurred by cutting knife.
Seeping blood from dying life.
Spaceman help me leave this Hell.
Save my living music cell.
Brains destroyed, my body cold.
Leave the ruins, music soul.
Inbuilt into human form.
A symphony of sight and sound.
Life direction in music found.
Or left to die unborn.
Part IV: The Realisation
It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.
Foolish man with days to live.
Waste not your time.
It's way too late to save your soul in time.
You're far too old your soul to find.
You've wrecked your head,
and blown your mind.
It's too late to find your music soul.
It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.
It's too late to find your music soul.
In younger men you watch yourself.
Destroy themselves like you.
It's way too late to save their lives in time.
You're far too old , their souls to find.
You've wrecked your head,
and blown your mind.
It's too late to find your music soul.
Part V: The Reaper
Senses dead, the time has come
To stop and dwell on ruined time
Wasted wars and selfish pride
Leaving tastes of music wine
Searching useless wasted mind
Reaching for the reapers hand
Lead him from his suicide
Please, is there a Promised Land.
Let me guide your journey long
Leave them while they mourn
We will journey back in time
And you will be reborn
From you I shall take your music
Place it back on earth
You shall witness long its voyage
A music soul rebirth.
Did you see the graves today
With weeds all overgrown
Wilting plants, like man to dust
Nowhere life is sown.
The Prisoner
The shadow of the noose grew long.
A sun dial of the time
the prisoner had left to live
A self inflicted crime.
To pay with death for pain he gave.
to those he soon will meet.
The rope hung loosely round his neck.
The Devil at his feet.
'You shall hang,' said the judge,
'For your presence here on earth,
is no use for those who wish to live in peace.
Your evil lives forever.
'You shall hang,' said the judge.
'You shall hang,
You shall hang.'
The hangman checked the rope.
Aware the prisoner was afraid.
The preacher softly praying,
to Our Lord his soul to save.
The blindfold placed around his eyes.
An unlit funeral pyre.
The hangman pulled the lever.
He heard an astral choir.
One man's life has cost another.
You shall not lie in sacred ground.
The time has come to meet your Maker.
Down on earth, they heard no sound.
Your evil is for ever.
'You shall hang,' said the judge.
All earthly life in you has ceased.
He tried to call out to the Maker.
On no earthly soil he fell.
The Maker notioned all around
He felt his soul dragged down to Hell.
He saw the man that he had murdered.
People he had pained on earth.
Of souls returning reincarnate.
No hope for his rebirth.
'You shall hang', said the Maker,
For your presence on our planes,
is no use for those who wish to rest in peace
Your evil is for ever,
'You shall hang', said the Maker.
You shall hang,
You shall hang. You shall hang.
The Lost Cycle
The spaceman came from time unknown.
His knowledge way ahead of man.
To seek the cycle starting here.
The evolution plan.
Each day he watched the world evolve.
Eternal life for him to prove.
Watching man grow powerful.
Detroying life with every move.
The spaceman's world a burning mass.
Destroyed by his own kind.
A sole survivor lost in space.
A growing world must find.
He saw the birth of hate and war.
Of death before our life was born.
With human fear the spaceman saw,
And changed from human form.
His voyage led back to Nemo's world.
A peaceful start of human form.
He knew one day he'd leave again.
To witness other planet's born.
He watches helpless, tearful,
as the world embittered grows.
Moving closer to the end of earth.
The spaceman only knows.
The spaceman only knows the truth.
He's seen it from eternal youth.
Man will always die.