How many times must we live through this dimension
Only to mourn many lives we have lost
To be someone is our only directive for the way
How many souls must we fall into the depths of our creation?
We're willing again!
Fallen brother, fallen for the world
Universal minds call you, universal mind...
All men, all women, and all who've gone!
So many people will try to live
Only those who surrender begin to live!
Even through death, even through love
Even through honesty and togetherness!
Look 'em straight in the eye!
Look them straight in the 'I know why'
How many times must we live through this dimension
Only to mourn many lives we have lost
To be someone is our only directive for the way
I know why!
Universal minds call you, universal mind...
Universal minds call you, universal mind...
All men, all women, and all who've gone!
We've gone!
We've gone!
We've gone!
We've gone!
[Narrator:]
Thus ends our story. This is the end... Or... is it?
Far from the earth in a distant nebula, we now find a lone moon... Barren... Isolated...
Through the wormhole Ziltoid has awoken,
seemingly alone on this trance moon made of bones and dust
Only he is not alone...
The only other thing on that planet is the war princess, and one solitary bag... of coffee.
... To be continued.
Only to mourn many lives we have lost
To be someone is our only directive for the way
How many souls must we fall into the depths of our creation?
We're willing again!
Fallen brother, fallen for the world
Universal minds call you, universal mind...
All men, all women, and all who've gone!
So many people will try to live
Only those who surrender begin to live!
Even through death, even through love
Even through honesty and togetherness!
Look 'em straight in the eye!
Look them straight in the 'I know why'
How many times must we live through this dimension
Only to mourn many lives we have lost
To be someone is our only directive for the way
I know why!
Universal minds call you, universal mind...
Universal minds call you, universal mind...
All men, all women, and all who've gone!
We've gone!
We've gone!
We've gone!
We've gone!
[Narrator:]
Thus ends our story. This is the end... Or... is it?
Far from the earth in a distant nebula, we now find a lone moon... Barren... Isolated...
Through the wormhole Ziltoid has awoken,
seemingly alone on this trance moon made of bones and dust
Only he is not alone...
The only other thing on that planet is the war princess, and one solitary bag... of coffee.
... To be continued.