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