Can you feel our world spinning round the sun three hundred sixty five days a year?

as terra forma's tilted ever slight

so stars shine bright to mirror top stones on ancient pyramids

while there's a lotus shaped city; above the 8 mountains in the sky

Can you hear the cry of the text below the vatican?

as hedron collides, ever searching for our god particle.

Please tell me why all these angels seem like aliens

While their ships fly high; above the 8 mountains in the sky