Come and sit come and see
See the things like they are
Or should I say like they're not
Man born of dust, puddle of mood

The one who dwells in darkness,
Thru endless aeons
Thru endless time and endless space
Is there anything he wants to show us?
Is there anything we like to look at?

Plenty of stars, plenty of us,
Yet so lttle in this vacuum of life
Cosmic power,
Old cosmic man
Is this your final form?
Planets collide,
Stars are now dead
Eternal silence
As we drift away
The move slowly stops
Everlasting night
There you'll find me

The one who dwells in darkness,
Thru endless aeons
Thru endless time and endless space
Is there anything he wants to show us?
Is there anything we like to look at?

All life has perished,
Time is no more
Only cold darkness
And nothing to see
There's no spirit that
Dwells in this ...
... Heaven

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