Turning mills have brought me down for good
Yes, it's understood I don't belong here
I never really grasped your plan
Yes, indeed I am mistakenly raised here
The wrong side of the plot along the line of space and time

Your rock'n roll is trite, your wines are flat
You're all one big letdown
Your world is not enough for the knowledge laid before you
I hear the calls each time I frown: "You're square and out of time"
Meanwhile they sport their edges, and hence their squared old hedges
You're said to care, but won't beware of noone but yourselves
So, I turn away from you, and you, and you...

I don't know wether back or forth, downward or up
There is no casuality, backward or forth
There's a crack in reality, stretching ahead
There's a feeling that I concieve realms of the dead

When the light carries all we see and understand
and it won't catch a refugee drifting off-hand
there's a warp in his travelogue and in the route
Noone will ever comprehend, visions dilute

In a trans-dimensional tunnel of years
He caught sight of an ancient hoax, fuelling our fears
There is no way to get it down for to be read
Would they ever believe it all, through what he said?

How could time not enforce a route through universe?
How could multiple directions (never resolved)
ever be when they won't affect facts of our time?
We don't buy that he ever went off to insight

Oh, I can't even wait to tell what I have found
A complete tale of everything, down to the ground
In the slice we are living in, laying between
a line of equally profound everythings

So, we no longer have to be bound to our time
No judging of our difference, no further crime
No need to hangaround and wait for what is mine
Transcendental integrity is now aligned

Speeding, drifting, warping, freezing, seeing nothing
Hearing everything, though lonely
Shut outside from time and space as we have known it
Exceed the speed of light only to feel alone again

Reaching, touching, sensing, feeling, almost, still not
Clearly longing, repent leaving
Hoped to clear the sights of dream reality
The price I'd have to pay exceeds all gain we could reclaim

So, I'll never understand your plan 'cos indeed I am inside it all
The vision of reality, it was marred since eyes are real as well
Meanwhile, I drift along outside your slice and watch
And dream, to tell...