Part III: The Spaceman

Astral planes, the unknown sense
Lives on past human life
No man can sense the whole
The missing sense his soul
Governed by an unknown factor
Fiction in our life
No man can sense it whole
The missing sense his soul

Take us to your leader
To the man who rules the mind
Reincarnate knowledge
As the soul reborn unwinds
All life’s secrets now unfold
The mind begins to glow
As helpless, watching living man
Destroys and doesn’t know

Spaceman living in his suicide mind
Odyssey colours for the soul to find
Vision blurred by cutting knife
Seeping blood from dying life

Spaceman help me leave this Hell
Save my living music cell
Brains destroyed, my body cold
Leave the ruins, music soul

Inbuilt into human form
A symphony of sight and sound
Life direction in music found
Or left to die unborn