Greg Moore (Mastering Engineer) - Powers Of Ten lyrics

Hear the blue clothed in murky haste Floating near, and feel it cold I hold my breath as I'm parried on I hold my breath Kind, he wore his smile lying so thin Kind, he wore, embrace me in salty tears My heart is so warming, soothing, chilling Searing flow, my mind keeps drifting low And my mind keeps drifting low