Peter was sad, then built a machine
To travel in time and fix somethings

Oh, no!
What a mess
Walk over the abyss of sads

Cronus machine is ready to go
Controls are set for time to flow

There he goes
All alone
Into the deepest unknown

When you're falling down
And you look around
Being one and all
When you're falling down

So it stops in a space field
The year is 3666 (three thousand six six six)

Was it misfortune
Or engine misfit?
Things are bad to worst
For poor Pete

But a shining light came to him
Bright sight with fire within

Done the undone
He succeed
Came back home
With Cronus Machine

When you're falling down
And you look around
Being one and all
When you're falling down
Down