Red Harvest

I observe the Universe
And its looking right back at me
I float through dimensions
Disconnect myself
From the perception of reality
I wait for no one
Reconstruct
Deconstruct
Disassemble
The Inner Core
It holds the answers
To it all
Its all about the Ancient Batteries
This ovens kind of burning
These devices do not function
It has a mind of its own
Routine... follow the routine
Reaching out...
Into the air...
Yeah...
[ Mouth Of Madness Lyrics ]