The Psychedelic Ensemble - Canto VII: The Realm of the Skeptics lyrics

All the souls are lost here Still uncertain of their end We contemplate all possibilities Our positions we defend When we look beyond here At the stars that fill the air We wonder what might lie beyond our realm Is there anyone out there? Round and round we go again Questioning the fate of men There are days I think I'll loose my mind And I'm just wasting time, wasting time... Round and round we go again Even we, the wisest men, Cannot find the truth within infinity Perhaps we're wasting time, wasting time... Souls like yours have come here And we ask them all the time Can you tell us what you found out there But they cannot speak their mind Round and round we go again Questioning without an end Won't you tell me what's beyond here I guess I'm wasting time, wasting time Wasting time, Wasting time...