Open your eyes, take a look around,there's an ill-boding wind,
I am the beholder, I have beauty for the eyeIf
Travelling through the vast unknownreaching point, asking myselfis this really
In ancient times, of age - old centuries,superior technology, by
I was living my life, as a 9 to 5,I
Lying on some sun-bleached dune,awaiting the last assault, it won't
Time's out, where're the keys to the carno time, a
Feed me, feed me, with unscrupulous hate,take possession of my
» More on Centaur