1. Metaepitome (19:40)

The game behind, the wise man said, is played.
Behind the curtain veil his eyes can't see
What his mind won't recieve
his time is out

The rain must fall to put out the fire
like any dying man would agree
forgiveness is a mighty power,
..it finally occured to me how dark.
IT can be in the shadows.
The war.
Cries are deafening darkness.
Death.
Lies and deceit.
Oh heavens rain on me..

And he remembers:
1. A time before he was
2. A part he had
3. A scheme
But time it fades his memory --> it changes.
When tomorrow comes.

The rain must fall
To put out the fire, like.

"Any dying man would agree forgiveness is a mighty power!"
-it finally occured to me.

How dark?
It can be in the shadows!
The war cries are deafening, darkness, death, lies, and deciet.
Oh heavens rain on me..

Lately he has been seen in his garden
Plucking the flowers
Desperately wasting his time with:

-"How could I go back to yesteryear?"
-"Now look.
Please understand.
it's not like actual time were talking here.
It's just that.. you know..
those things you leave behind..
..Have a tendency to sneak up on you
Mind you its not all bad, like, some of it is, well, positive
and that's what I'm going on about!"

The world in his hands is twisted
To emphasize this twist of fate
A projection of what he sees no longer
sufficed to him
a remedy, a fix to feed your head.

Like the doormouse said:
-"Tomorrow rain must fall"

He looks around with a passive frown
At the rusted stains of his holy crown
The distance is a million miles
His sight is weak, and he cannot see

The greener fields and swaying trees
Or the tranquil meadows in between
He is coming to his senses now
The awakening is so surreal to me

A co-existence of all things real and
All things unreal lying in between
So brace yourself the time has come
To climb the wall down,
down,
down..
Yeah to climb the wall
To see it falling down
To look in to the future
Yeah to climb the wall
To see it falling down
To look in to the future

In the silence of the heart
where no prying eye can see
wait.. there's something down there?

and if there is, it is not of me,
and thus cannot claim dominion
but it does, over me

There's movement in the dark
ears ringing of fear
the bells sound a warning of news that came too late
the ground begins to shudder
as the enemy awakes

I am lust and fear and hate
I bring lies, unjustice and death
the age of war is at hand so pick your side!
run to the hills if you will, but know that you cant hide an enemy inside
not on your own
with me by your side you might have a chance
come along for the ride
-I promise a good one.

so (I) began the fall
so (I) began the falling down
no looking to the future

The way it turned out
is never quite what it seemed to be
a way out to war
ride on a storm god knows the poor need
..a new morning


2. WARNING: Ending Without Warning (7:56)

If I found out the truth
I would not change.

The way I feel:
-"Choice is a junction"

Before me it is mine to do as I please,
I base my reactions on data
I collected previously
So change is not an option
If you're as mechanised as me

"Expectations equal morality"
-A definition made by man
My mission is to live up to these demands.
I understand!
But in the fine print I spotted:
A warning I was not supposed to see
In the terms of usage
this is what I came to read:

WARNING: Ending
WARNING: Ending (Without warning)
How can I find a way out?

'Tis a dangerous night
And a morning
Shine on me to the fields
As I ride and a following:
Fiery gleam.
And a season will rise
Growing!
Grow the trees!
Darkness cease!
And a shimmering light
Glowing!
Morning come!

WARNING: Ending
WARNING: Ending (Without warning)

How can I find a way out of my destiny?
As a being see me wither then I die.
Grace is lost
In the years I am.
Like a cigarette on fire.


3. Point Of View (5:17)

Raise my wings and I'm levitating
the world beneath me growing smaller
winds of changes radiating
with the current I drift away

And every problem I had, all the moments so sad
all the conflicts in my head and all around
all the pieces were scattered in all directions
every word every move every breath every decision
the table was clean once more

Lord I cried aloud, I'm still alive
no more falling down, yes the rose has its thorn
and I've seen it all
I pray for a life more worth living
now I see you are decieved

Lord I pray for your redemption what I got was something more
an escape from 3 dimensions realisation of our dream
to roam free as a bird have you ever heard of a life more worth living
now I see you are decieved


4. Butterfly's Cry (7:05)

My eyes are burning for what I see I can't believe
what forces are at work here
if I see why should I believe

once again I'm standing at the crossroads and I sigh
why can't I decide
my sweet vision of freedom is a butterfly's cry from the realities of life

my heart was yearning
for the feeling of enlightenment
but when I'm immersed in it
is it real or foul deceit

once again I'm standing at the crossroads and I sigh
why can't I decide
my sweet vision of freedom is a butterfly's cry from the realities of life

no it won't be the last lost illusion
dis-enchanted I am
defending
no it won't be the last impending
the ending

in the sweet days of spring
just as the sun was starting to kick in
yes I was a fool
and I always imagined it so that all the cards I needed would be in my hands
but time it flows through our hand like sand
just as I identified the moment as a beginning
well that was when it already started to end
and a feeling was growing inside of me

no it won't be the last lost illusion
dis-enchanted I am
defending
no it won't be the last impending
the ending

no it won't be the last lost illusion
dis-enchanted I am
defending
no it won't be the last impending
the ending

I must be learning
ah yes, because it's fading

once again I'm standing at the crossroads and I sigh
why can't I decide
my sweet vision of freedom is a butterfly's cry from the realities of life


5. Arrival Of The Red Bumblebee (2:16)

[INSTRUMENTAL]


6. Dawn (16:22)

Blinded by the vision of power i was until i defected
until you see what you have become you wont know youre infected
you can keep on running but you aint getting away
keep on scratching but the itch it wont go
is it a matter of time? no, its a matter of faith
the signs are clear but they match in direction

breaking thru a barrier none can see the poison is injected
into your veins please leave me be, youre in its grip
hey now
you know that the end is near, yes
and the thought of going is ever present in your head
and you think they are out to own you hmmm
its over the horizon
hey now

so if you want to
break me up until im down
no i wont be there
wake me up when i am gone
no i wont be there
night until dawn but the night is still young
(like your face (?))

A crisis is about to unfold, tonight im gonna prove it
Alleviate the cold and then let it be, go find another fool yo
Hey now
you spell another problem for this human being,
Set another date for the end of reality.
And how can some people say life is free?
and how can they give it away?
Why wont anyone tell me?

so if you want to
break me up until im down
no i wont be there
wake me up when i am gone
no i wont be there
night until dawn but the night is still young
(like your face (?))

oh how the time was spent
and what it all had meant
do you cast away
do you block it out
beyond any doubt
would vanity and convenience conspire to lose it all
what abomination leaves the body but devours the soul?

everything under the sun is burning up
come hear the call come turn it up
then say the end is near enough
one day the sky shall open up
and rain will wash the unholy town
now heed the "warning : ending" now
'tis the last illusion to ever fall
you're not listening so if you want to

break me up until im down
no i wont be there
wake me up when i am gone
no i wont be there
night until dawn but the night is still young

warning its ending
tomorrow its so real
more love descending
the morning is surreal