Help me!

I am watching atomic warfare from the safety of the moon

I am dancing sacrilegiously to sound of infectious tunes

There is no sunset, is no sunrise, things on Earth don't seem as they are

The opal planet I once called home is revolving a dying star


Awakening from crionic sleep I vacate my homely hemesphere

My soul travels on turbulent thoughts whilst my innards remain here

I feel pity for the ignorant one who leaves the egg but the shell remains

The severence of umbilical ties multiplys his deepest pains

Thought the eyes in my head I hear the purple flower's scent

Casting shadows in the shade

Lusting for the gates of jade

Though hallucinative wealth I can not comprehend myself

Sterility, fertility - the life that dwells inside of me

I often stop to wonder whilst gazing to the sky

Is there life beyond the quasars, will I find out when I die?

Is there a beeing out there who gaze into the night

And see our burning sun as a tiny spark of flight?

[Repeat verse one]