We live in a darkness of our own making
Blind to a habitant world all but unseen by us
A world of beings traveling through time and s***e
Imaginable to us only as flights of fancy
Who are these beings we dare to imagine but fear to accept
What dark work goes on inside their impossible machines
Cloaked from us by invisible forces?
If they know our secrets
why can't we know theirs?
Blind to a habitant world all but unseen by us
A world of beings traveling through time and s***e
Imaginable to us only as flights of fancy
Who are these beings we dare to imagine but fear to accept
What dark work goes on inside their impossible machines
Cloaked from us by invisible forces?
If they know our secrets
why can't we know theirs?