A misguided man Lost in his ignorance His agony is aggrandized By the loss of his people Disappeared a long time ago The wrong world and a different sun Suppressed by heat not able to think clear Doesn't know where to begin A land made by coincidence In a world of insomnia A covering made of optical illusions A constellation of events Transcending the impossible Behold the medallion That opens up your eyes Superstition has returned A reunion of anxiety The people of Andromeda Are the first of the last to live Travelling back past the turning point To recover the things once lost Going past the Azoic land As the rain is falling down A land made by coincidence In a world of insomnia A covering made of optical illusions A constellation of events Transcending the impossible Behold the medallion That opens up your eyes Superstition has returned A reunion of anxiety The people of Andromeda Are the first of the last to live Passing the moon of the Capricorn Entering another galaxy A reflection of a lie A constellation of events Transcending the impossible Behold the medallion That opens up your eyes Superstition has returned A reunion of anxiety The people of Andromeda Are the first of the last to live