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