Vivid arts of the mind A desire to leave Other places I find They cannot perceive What shall I do or write Trying to find a way out Against the fall f the night Telepathical shout See the artificial star Trusted cell for perfect brain Our invention lies insane Compelled to live With love and hate Your world it is What you create They store the memories when you die A perfect soul, a perfect mind A million years is never late Ooh, ooh
perfect, ooh, telepathical, invention, compelled