It sure was high out there.
But now in here,
The atmosphere...
Something came between us, pray
Nothing comes to stay.

And in the end of us, 
No roundabout way to say...
All is said and done.
But for your life, go on
Sing it all out.
The best is yet to come.

Fear not the change, 
Changing a-roundabout...
Going our separate ways.
Together now,
But maybe just for today.

Now here we stand.
Standing together,
Separate grains of sand
On cosmic beaches...
Swept by the tides of change,
Come different waves.

And knowing well,
The force that broke-up the mountain
Shall separate grains of sand.
  




Fission 2:

Aborted songs lie in pieces on cassette.
Music makes me horny for life.
Lust for living.
A new beginning falls short of our plastic dreams,
Celluloid schemes.
An end to a means
By which we find ourselves alone.

Fission once again.

Artists bleed in pain.
The inevitable rain just washes it away.
I'm running out of blood.
You won't be around for the flood.
You always find high ground.
And I'll bet you're still looking for whatever it is you've found.