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Look To The Stars; Conclude That We're Lost

Supralight, No Point Of Reference

Travel To The Farthest Extreme

Frame Of Mind Slowly Dissolves

No Ways Back Or Crumbs To Guide Us

Must Rely On Gut Reaction

Unknown Chart, Broke Navigation

Black Day Dawns In Nihility

There Are No Seasons

Or Month Called November

No Rituals That We Hold Dear

Bizarre Worlds On Alien Time

What Is Found In Spinning Chaos

Resigned To A Hopeless Conquest

Trapped In Steel, A Tomb Or Saviour

Make Our Fate And Repair

Salvage Parts From That That Still Works

Suicide In A Wrong Connection

Take A Chance And Throw The Switch Closed

Roars To Life, Back In Business