The subtle hum of machines underground a cosmic journey through the volatile mind Close your eyes and hear the voice afar The soft whispers of the chemical sun
A fleet of missiles in the picturesque sky Your white body lying under the sun From the open wounds the future runs like soft whispers of the chemical sun
From open wounds Our future runs
You are cold but your eyes still stare the passing bodies in the river red We shall wake you when the moment comes With soft whispers of the chemical sun
