The Elements

Through the mind we flee to space

As the shadows choose the place

Though afraid, my sleeper must awake

So I've used up all and left this time

Station

Toward where we're falling

Faces

Glowing blue eyes upon me

Waste us

Or make us slaves till death like the Paw-Nee

Or turn around and fake they're proud

I've found my true calling

Well beyond the mortal plane

Lies the place where one's life can be exchanged

No more conscience, no more pain

The now, the past, the future stay the same

At the station

Toward where we're falling

There's faces

Glowing blue eyes upon me

Taste us

Or make us slaves till death like the Paw-Nee

Or show the world exist without the day

While the tall one tries convincing us to stay