Prospect 1:

To see one's self is hard to explain
Last night was the first notion of this
Once again, real life and dreams are whirling among one another

Space flight navigator, a walking mirror
Galaxy drifter, entwined together
To grasp the other hand, to hear the other speak
Space flight navigator, a walking mirror
Galaxy drifter, entwined together
To grasp the other hand, to hear the other speak

Carve one's skin out of their own soil
Sends chills throughout my body
Carve one's skin out of their own soil
Sends chills throughout my body

Wake up, wake up to a dirt covered surrounding
Machines, machines in the distance
Wake up, wake up to a dirt covered surrounding
Machines, machines in the distance
Something far too familiar

The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears
Lift off the hands and the claws work again
Work again
Digging graves, deeper graves
Digging graves, deeper graves
The machines deafen my ears with such extremity
Constant maze from digging graves
I bury my head in the dirt
It all stops

This sends bliss throughout, throughout me
Upside down dreaming
The sound of earth soothes my entire body
Upside down dreaming
The sound of earth soothes my entire body
Upside down dreaming
The sound of earth soothes my entire body
Upside down dreaming
The sound of earth soothes my entire body
Real life and dreams are whirling
A hand lifts my head out of the dirt
Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain
I see him... me... us?
The walking mirror
.fade out

Prospect 2:

Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me
Surround me
Surround me
Speak to me freely
I am listening
(Surround me)
Speak to me freely
I am listening
The clanking of machines scream in the distance
I strain in order to get up
Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man
Just his skull is underground
Once again, real life and dreams are whirling among one another
Walking into a certain state of-
Walking into a certain state of-
Walking into a certain state of desperation
Walking into a certain state of-
Walking into a certain state of-
Walking into a certain state of desperation
(Dig deep into the soil to life the mans head. It pulls out of the ground with ease.)

Carve one's skin out of their own soil
Sends chills throughout my body
Carve one's skin out of their own soil
Sends chills throughout my body
It is a corpse
Something is buried where his head once lay
A note... my note
My hands shake and I fall to my knees
Slowly read... "please know I love..."