[00:06.10]I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres
[00:10.50]Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dream
[00:14.29]Into the starkness of the capsule
[00:17.58]Where two of our crew still lie suspended cool
[00:22.08]In their tombs of sleep.
[00:25.87]The nagging choirs of memory
[00:27.95]The tubes and wires worming from their flesh
[00:31.08]To machinery
[00:33.51]I would have to cut
[00:36.46]Such midwifery is but one
[00:38.23]Function of the leader here
[00:40.71]Floating in a sac of fluid dark
[00:43.50]A clear century
[00:44.56]Of space away from Earth
[00:47.47]While one man stirs from the trauma of his birth
[00:51.87]Attending to the hypno-tapes
[00:54.03]Assuring him that this is reality
[00:58.53]However grim
[00:59.90]Our journey's end
[01:04.22]Landing itself was nothing
[01:06.15]We touched upon a shelf of rock
[01:08.07]Selected by the automind
[01:12.35]And left a galaxy of dreams behind