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