Days of chromium steel And hearts just as rigid Refractions of the feeble light A colorless palette Time standing still Not anymore healing anything But during dreamtime The synapses come alive Electric signals passing through the brain Particles the neurons stimulate Aroused cortex and pupils wide Glimpse a way out of reality Yet unseen colours Senses coming to a peak Growing to an unreachable zenith As new planes of existence start to reveal So why believe