Lyric

That towering screw above our heads

We placed our will inside its core

Ah, at the turning of the vision

Wind up the iron screw once more

At the world’s small, dim horizon

Our buried will began to bloom

Ah, at the turning of the vision

Step through the silver desert’s doom

A fractal future won’t stay hidden—

So cross the loop again, my friend

With a pure and blazing spectrum

Break the world—ah…

Wind the screw

Wind the screw

Now the dream is taking form at last

Oh wind the screw

Wind the screw

All the qualia live in him

That towering screw once halted still—

I dreamed of its forgotten beat

Ah, at the turning of the vision

Pull out the iron screw, retreat

All creation’s fates lie open

You’ll walk the looping path again

And the poor and harsh landslides

Shape the world—ah…

Wind the screw

Wind the screw

Now the needless fears become the truth

Oh wind the screw

Wind the screw

And the qualia fade from view

That towering screw now calls to us—

The time has come to set things right

Ah, at the turning of the vision

Wind up the iron screw tonight

At the dark world’s far horizon

Our sharpened will bares fangs at last

Ah, at the turning of the vision

Climb the golden mountain past

A fractal future can’t be hidden—

You’ll strike the loop and cut it through

With a pure and blazing spectrum

Turn the world back—ah…

Wind the screw

Wind the screw

Now you bend illusions into truth

Oh wind the screw

Wind the screw

All the qualia rest in you

Wind the screw

Wind the screw

Now you bend illusions into truth

Oh wind the screw

Wind the screw

All the qualia rest in you