I like the feel of the air you have around you
Seems like a real high oxygen content
I seldom need it for myself it’s inessential
It just invites more rust and accidents

Destination Altair
To kill the creation machine
The information’s out there
But I just don’t know what it means

You ought to see my nice brand new subconcious
It’s nothing less than astronomical
You don’t speak English, I am at your service
180 languages in full

Destination Altair
To kill the creation machine
The information’s out there
But I just don’t know what it means

Tell me please, what does it all mean
Tell me please, where is the vaccine

Let’s make a phrase so that everyone can ban it
The big machine is about to self destruct
It’s like we’re living on a failed forbidden planet
And here my friend I’m afraid that we are stuck – oh!

Destination Altair
To kill the creation machine
The information’s out there
But I just don’t know what it means