ACIDMAN

How many lives and thousands of resonating sounds found on a star one day
Flow through space, search for prosperity? How many times?

How many billions of possibilities and weightless mysteries
Do I remember drifting about? Born from that sea

Born on a star of life, it swam as though dancing

Where did it come from?

It blooms here, that alone is correct

Migration, migration, migration
I forget and drift to the inside of the cells

How many hundreds of millions of light years will it continue for? Cruel days going into my hands
A voice calls out, telling me to return home, like the gentle ocean

How many billions of possibilities and weightless mysteries
Have I gotten lost in and swam to the blue floating earth?
How many hundreds of millions of light years will it continue for?