Under the Forge of Night

In the land of mortals...
Before we all cross into the barren fields
  of sleep,
Within the starlight terraces of the
  nightmakers,
Under the artifical dome of consciousness-

Oh what creators of fate and happiness,
Have clouded our days in the light
   of dismal emotions,
Under the forge of night-

Coffee and surgary time,
Have permeated through...
Our only companions on the train out
  of our minds,
Everything victimized...
Under...-

There is a leason to be learned,
In all of this...
        Open yourself,
        Open what's left of your mind,
Create...
        Uncreate...
Reform the universe,
A new Jerusalem will open
To those who are free...
Under the cracked dome,
Under the night-


                        Mister E. [CiA]