Magenta, Pt. 2: Astral Projection

In the beginning there was the void
Slowly, but surely, existence emerged
The light was glowing bright
Brighter than anything

We must come to a halt
And reverse what has been done
Ask questions and further yourself
To break free from the chains

It brought the promises of better days
Because all the world's a stage

Let a thousand flowers bloom
The color of Magenta
Blazes in the radiant light
It will penetrate and illuminate the night
None of the fright, which used to occupy our minds

Will be present, for this is a new beginning
A start of epic proportions
This will be the one for the books

In dream worlds only metaphysical thoughts exists

Astral projection is the only way out
Nothing but doubt clouds our minds

Break free from the chains
Of the torrent of the flow
Forward thinking is essential
We are merely players
We have our exits and our entrances
In the hall of fame, of life

It brought the promises of better days
Because all the world's a stage

Let a thousand flowers bloom
The color of Magenta
Blazes in the radiant light
It will penetrate and illuminate the night

In the beginning there was the void
Slowly, but surely
Dock your vessels at the skyharbor
Paradise awaits us