Between two points in curved space time,
I flee the fear to change mankind, instead I opt to take the path,
And light has lead us away from wrath,
Though the journey does seem longer to complete, my spirit's stronger,
Is it true that pure of soul can break the fear to face the wormhole?
To the future,
Ever foreward,
Man and creature.
Now my craft is passing fast the constellations of the past,
Awakened from my hyper-slumber to discover mighty wonders, etched by God whose Spirit hovers,
Everything who can discover,
Surly this means pure of soul for those who are afraid to grasp wormhole.
To the future,
Ever foreward,
Man and creature.
Can you see through?
Wormhole,
Can you get through?
Can you get through?
As I wait millenium, I can't escape, I must succomb to where this path is bound to end up,
Further up and further in,
While traversing space and time, I've learned the need to change my kind,
Now that I've gained pure of soul, I'm not afraid to sieze wormhole.
