Feeling points, the stars of milk
solar mammoth of all cosmic silk 
burnin' through the cyber-space land 
transforming nucleous, flyin' astralman 

With the power in his head 
the universe is dead 

Moon planted flowers with speedin' power 
lick the planets under friendly towers 
stealing objects with the burning suns stare 
ecilpse the tunnels, running from the bare 

Dawn love disciples uncoil into stone 
forcefield of crimson, eat the suns bones 
roam violet rays, in celestial spaciousness 
plastic moonbeams, flyin' listlessness 

With the power in his head 
the universe is dead