Why all this searching?
The answer's always been near.
It is our destiny.

Away from a screeching people.
Waiting to destroy ourselves.
They can't interfere with history.

Nuclear creation.
For eternity they can't be strained

All I wish they would land here.
But It's too late now.
Time is dying a soldier
With all them to around decay

In the other dimension.
Time will no longer exist.
No one never grow old.
Something mankind will never resist.
The destroying of soldiers