Ortus Songtext
von Voices From the Fuselage

Above translucent skin
I venture to find you.


We opt for peace,
It never works out.
Descrepencies lead us to inhabit doubt.
I′ll coincide if it means I can learn.
To understand what I cannot discern.
Now I long for a rapid escape.
Now i need more than a familiar face.

Do I already know the ground I roam?
Pay witness to memories rising from words on a page.
I could be wrong.
My youth is a dove that cries to be freed from its cage.
Will we risk it all?
In a hope that we find satisfaction at a later stage?
But oh, how we were wrong,
We are the modern age.