Feeling points, the stars of milk

solar mammoth of all cosmic silk 

burnin' through the cyber-space land 

transforming nucleous, flyin' astralman 


With the power in his head 

the universe is dead 


Moon planted flowers with speedin' power 

lick the planets under friendly towers 

stealing objects with the burning suns stare 

ecilpse the tunnels, running from the bare 


Dawn love disciples uncoil into stone 

forcefield of crimson, eat the suns bones 

roam violet rays, in celestial spaciousness 

plastic moonbeams, flyin' listlessness 


With the power in his head 

the universe is dead