Lyrics:

Mysterious objects of flight on a voyage To correct what they have done, what we are doing Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most Recesses of the planet -- no choice but To adapt to an underground world Limiting our passages of thought Are they the examples of regression A life form's abusive progression In a realm so vast, we sit among the Vacnt Planets So many worlds yet to be seen that once have shared The same effects that come from greed, mass production Perhaps submerged, living in the inner most Recesses of the planet -- no choice but To adapt to an underground world Limiting our passages of thought Are they the examples of regression A life form's abusive progression