Metaphysical Worlds Lyrics

A hundred memories, of other human lives, spin through your projector
It's as though God has taken you by the hand
And led you through the door of sleep, through the door of senses
To the heart of his workshop
Your mind makes it real

Vibrations
Pulsating rhythms
Vibrations
Far older, are those energies, molecular and atomic
Which lay at the far outskirts of human awareness
The fifth level of consciousness
The universe of pure energy
Pure energy