Flying high between stars With closed eyes in the dark Reaching for the hazy moon Screaming for the ruin Painting mankind's doom Grotesque images haunt me as I flow Through this chaos and disorder man has grown On cloud six Our cores bleed Yearn for the touch Of something real On cloud six Our souls will cease Within this havoc Our faith is sealed Falling deeper, sinking low In a whirlpool of dead soul Crashing down on remains Of what is left of us Planet wasted in vain Grotesque images haunt me as I flow Through this chaos and disorder man has grown How did we end up Roaming gla** gazed How did we end up In this hopeless phase On cloud six Our cores bleed Yearn for the touch Of something real On cloud six Our souls will cease Within this havoc Our faith is sealed