Lletres: JigGsaw. Zero Generation. Mars.

Plastic clocks tick
His skin itches
Haunting visions of red oceans

I know a place where the buffalo roam
the air is so cold that it freezes their souls
but they all hold still
I waste my time until I finally get it right

Einstein's nightmares re-envisioned
dancing water
broken oxygen

explosions of oceans and hydrogen bonds
oxygen splits with my wit and my bones
I found a way to make rain on my own
I found a way to pollinate the red globe

(Thanks to Tara for these lyrics)