Fail Emotions Final Frontier
Neverending, timeless vast expance
Incredible at whole
We're not alone in this Universe
No restrictions, no solicitations
Theres no place for them anymore
Still, I don't think so, not anymore
We are the open source of creations
I woke up one sunny morning and stopped believing in Jesus
We overarching aim of expansion
I stopped to pray in churches, I stopped listening to preachers
Recollect concealed knowingness
Inner standpoint, firm convictions
We are the source of creations!
We count on you!
Can you hear invoking sound from inside
Its shows essential way
My skepticism, I'll admit, seems unfounded and I can't say
It even rises to the level of an instinct
All your dreams, start flight of fancy
And they take you away...
We count on you!
Let go of your sons
They are dreaming about space
Can you see
Can you hear
Can you feel
Rise up
Your hands up
We are the source of creations!
