Intergalactic Conglomerate

All people are brothers. All women are sisters. Fields, nations, fishes, stars: Everyone is kin to each other. In the thickets of the cerebral cortex, deep within, Some messed up visions came to me in a dream. The children of all galaxies reach their hands out to us! A sober, all-seeing bulging eye, At the risk of bursting, gazes upon us. The children of all galaxies reach their hands out to us! The children of all galaxies reach their hands out to us! A handshake is a humane act. We are no fans of interstellar brawls. The children of all galaxies are dying to make contact! The children of all galaxies are dying to make contact! You and I will create, my distant brother, An Intergalactic Conglomerate. We will create, my unknown brother, An Intergalactic Conglomerate! I see all sorts of faces before me, Dirty fingers, fur on their backs. Grumpy women nagging in the morning. Fishes and reptiles spawning their roe