Five Pointe O - Syndrome Down

I kick back and watch the stars.
They say: "This day will come so please don`t be afraid."
But since this child`s a man now,
We`ll be away, away, away.
You`ve spent too long away, away, away.
We only sleep to pass away the days.
I`ve learnt to leave my body;
To find peace away, away, away.
You`ve gone too far away, away, away.
A childhood friend is now unknown to me.
Thieves in the stars are godlike.
While they`re away, away, away.
Home, a smothered star.
The womb`s way too far.
All fingerprints astray, astray, astray.
Where wide-eyed gods are thought to be unseen.
Some slip out of their conscience to find truth.
Away, away, away.
A gathered source of waves, of waves, of waves.
Abandoned body, mobility of "think".
Aesthetic proof beyond nimbus,
Come find me away, away, away.
Home, a smothered star.
The womb`s too far.
Something`s wrong,
It`s very wrong.
It all becomes unharmed.
Seared stretch of soil and scab.
A bored time of simple man.
We need something more.
Something more.
Time stands still in children`s hands.
It all changed `cause Bruce Lee`s dead.
We need something more.
Something more.
Coffee-fuelled robots with plans.
Dollars, dimes, supply and demand.
We need something more.
Something more.
Home, a smothered star.
The womb`s way too far.
World way out there.
You`re sort of strange.
Fruit for the brain.
Hope of true source.
But it`s so far.
It seems way too far.