Dimension Y
The Captain:
Lean back and let me start to interrogate
Trapped inside this neon whirlpool—a vibrant place
Identify the motif conceit. Analyze the stimulus drive
Ask the question—why?
Every refrain a link in the chain that I’ve contrived
In search of a sound that cannot be found—is it all a lie?
Spent so long inside this rotation. Unbalancing, I must try to realign
So, I ask the question—why?
Why can’t I leave this behind?
It’s so far away, but something deep inside calls to me—whatever that means
No matter how hard I try I won’t be satisfied!
What do I seek to find? When will terminus supersede the climb?
Where will my traversal suspend? How will my transmission end?
Trapped inside an endless storm—rotating eights—electric outpour!
I need another time—another space—transfiguration of my phase
Lean back and let me start to interrogate
Trapped inside this neon whirlpool—a vibrant place
Identify the motif conceit. Analyze the stimulus drive
Ask the question—why?
Every refrain a link in the chain that I’ve contrived
In search of a sound that cannot be found—is it all a lie?
Spent so long inside this rotation. Unbalancing, I must try to realign
So, I ask the question—why?
Why can’t I leave this behind?
It’s so far away, but something deep inside calls to me—whatever that means
No matter how hard I try I won’t be satisfied!
What do I seek to find? When will terminus supersede the climb?
Where will my traversal suspend? How will my transmission end?
Trapped inside an endless storm—rotating eights—electric outpour!
I need another time—another space—transfiguration of my phase