Towards the Black Surreal - In The Woods...

Harvesting the stars

Mining the black holes

The Faustian spirit

Values not his souls

Gravity becomes distant

When you venture out alone

In a cosmos never-ending

You can never find a home

Exponential tunnel-vision

Towards the black surreal

Gravity becomes distant

When you venture out alone

In a cosmos never-ending

You can never find a home