Earth is now just the memory of what it was… we can do some tourism in our memories…



KAS, could you take us on a trip over the earth?... a quiet trip?



According to some guides...

This place had to be seen once in your life

Gifts on every side...

You’ll really be amazed

By what has existed here



Mountains giving birth to falls

Under which you can

Discover some new feelings...

Species collaborating...

But a strange reading...

Of their fate and its meaning



When gold awakes...

The Soul of Death...



On first earth there was some energy

Some lives and creativity

But when you forget....

That what you seed is what you get...



You may feel what they had called a spleen

The chance that you have never seen

Is now a memory

That remains in my stories



‘bout first earth

‘bout first earth

‘bout first earth

‘bout first earth



Zuiiii frrrrrr zoorgl (unknown language)



Breathtaking....



They did not eat straight from the nature...

They’ve dug the soil to travel under...

And they have turned it up and down...



There...

Buildings have blossomed

And became the brains

With concrete neurons....



When greed awakes...

The Soul of Death...



On first earth there was some energy

Some lives and creativity

But when you forget...

That what you seed is what you get...



You may feel what they had called a spleen

The chance that you have never seen

Is now a memory

That remains in my stories



‘bout first earth

‘bout first earth



“Today, get 10% off the trip over the metal forest!

Welcome to the best anguish tour in the Galaxy!

Be sure to get your ticket - Limited time offer”



“Food and games”, the only motto over centuries.

Pulled them away from the sea and the horses

From real things... left for TV (for TV)



Some of them have seen it coming and they have tried

But on their walls they have crashed and died....

In their memories....

A collection is ready...



When time awakes...

The Soul of Death...



On first earth there was some energy

Some lives and creativity

But when you forget....

That what you seed is what you get...



You may feel what they had called a spleen

The chance that you have never seen

Is now a memory

That remains in my stories



‘bout first earth

‘bout first earth