Some New lyrics from the upcoming Contacting Nebulas Full-Length Concept Album
A cosmic exodus we must make, the Heaven of the Ancients await us.
soaring through the atmosphere with only the mind as our pilot.
Protected by wisdom, using the planets as our guide. Across this
surreal plane we make the impossible feasible.
All past matters of importance are swept away amidst the dust in
which we all derive.
Passion; being the only human possession imperative in this moment.
All frustration fades into the eternal vault, leaving behind feelings
of comfort and complacency.
Hours, Days, Weeks, Years... Time is no longer relevant, as man
quickly approaches colors of unimaginable awe.