Žodžiai dainai: 5th Projekt. Circadian. In A Coma.

in a coma
i dreamt of a world of mouth to hand
metal ships sailed through sea of black
to disappear
walls of glass
some shuttered in
the uniforms dulled with grey shadows littered about
paper pink lay discarded
in a coma
breath in breath out
never seem to remember anything
anyway
an excitement of a ship...
they could see inside
and i knew why we were clearly on our way
we will sail into the future
far into the black
and away...