Fasten Thy seatbelt
This train is going down
Deep underground
To where no one has been
Without questions
No regrets
Not even sorry
It is not about me
Neither you or anyone else
It will be foretold
I will be the mold
Into which I will be molded
Referring to space
And all that it holds
From Sakti to SÃva
God, Allah and Brahma
Oh, Brather
O, Sister
Where do I belong?