The eye of the mind views no single dimension
The numerous lives you’ve forged in the infinite furnace
You are theory; you are apprehension

The masks you’ve worn where you were to aid, where you were to furnish.
Your lives of health, of wealth, of sickness, of till.
The numerous lives you’ve forged in the infinite furnace

The flights you’ve taken over the tumultuous hills
The endeavors of adventures in the drowning abyss.
Your lives of health, of wealth, of sickness, of till.

This utopia of ideas is yours alone to administer discomfort or bliss.
Give hope to the highest of heavens, and experience.
The endeavors of adventures in the drowning abyss.

You’ve walked in worlds where central ideas were devised by mad man deliverance.
Where words could burn stars and topple down deities
Give hope to the highest of heavens, and experience.

To germinate divine in the minds of the laity
The eye of the mind views no single dimension
Where words could burn stars and topple down deities
You are theory; you are apprehension.