Supersonic Journey ( Remastered Version )

A rotating silvered colored plateau
Rocks that dance down the columns
Blue coal and the raging star wind
Blowing colors at fearful speed
Interstinct pictures of prophets and visionaries
In a galactic fog, in outer space on an axis

In another reality
On a supersonic journey

Inevitably he can see it
The lights are going out and he knows
If he just could make us understand
In the emptiness there is nothing
That can draw the picture you want
Just a stillborn child on an ancient bubble
Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace
The colors sliding, the plateau falls in outer hell
They disclose us yet to die
We bit the hand that fed us
In outer space on an axis

In another reality
On a supersonic journey

Is this what is yet to come?
Or a madman's reflection on the soul?
The sweat is hot
Cried out in pain
When he perceived
What burdens we bear to bear