Dimension Y

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, oh 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 out pour Oh, I need another time Another space, transfiguration of my phase It calls to me Whatever that means No matter how hard I try, I won't be satisfied, oh 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 out pour Where will my traversal suspend? How will my transmission end?