On a quest to form the shape of ... On a quest to ... I've not entered In the middle of the wild lies a man Who cries over the loss of a disc world Omnia, this is all This is everything Unless it falls into you Who carries us home that we've long defended Prophetic dreams of Romans at the sound of querent seeking divination Pass over the queen and revel in her sea and Face the fight that storms the poles I've not entered my new world Sound the end, theocracy On a quest to reform my own ways Pass over the queen and revel in her sea and Ritualistic fortune tellers And the querents who seek them Unless it falls into you Under the kingdom there's a reptile queen The distance the sleep counts down to zero Walls expand and raise to third degree Let me be I can't defeat you with my patience Listen here regrettable wretch The wisest speak with the weight of a round world All along an enemy so old Let me be I can't defeat you with my patience In the middle of the wild lies a man Who cries over the loss of a disc world Omnia, this is all This is everything Unless it falls into you Who carries us home that we've long defended Prophetic dreams of Romans at the sound of querent seeking divination I starve my brain with nothing but my dreams When we stare to the ground I'm nothing but around to most For what makes them hang above the earth I catapult out over wasted days Can't let them know my brain turned off I feel nothing for a superstar