Caught in the motion of endless rotation Makes you feel ill, it makes your guts want to spill When the world in your head is the world where you live People seem strange with their paranoid dreams It's goes, on and on On and on On and on On and on Even if the particles of ancient remains still circulate In and out, until we fall rest on the sedimentary plains Sleeping for millions of years Still dreaming of you. Feeding on the mythical creatures Devouring all of their powers That was your nature Cosmic Destroyer And you don't have a name But you've been called so many different things