Will you join me in this magic carpet ride?
There are high chances you will not survive
Dimension of dreams, inner paradise
I can't even try to begin
To give you any sort of description
Of this world, of this dimension
You know language has it limits
Take a trip on this magic carpet ride
Skip on the stars, rip the galaxy tide
Find buried treasure underneath the sky
Dig out gems of kaleidoscopic shine
Juice the jewels straight into our eyes
As we sip from Mars sweet brine
We'll follow the map inscribed on your mind
To the path that leads to the divine
Language has it's limitations of these visions