The human psychic remains a mystery
Echoes through contemplation rather than abomination
This is a warning signal
Our heads are about to explode
We're searching wisdom
Through seas of wasted men
Flying out again from this half remembered dream
And I'm crying again despite my will to surpass myself The right side of my brain talks in Mysterious ways
It commands, it beguiles, it helps me to improve myself
Up against the wall
We are planning our last revival
Clearing up minds in the wrongest moment 'cause inside of us all lies down the cure
This is a warning signal
Our heads're about to explode
We're searching wisdom
Through seas of wasted men
We're all wasted men
