The mountains we seek
The crests and peaks
Are no longer to be discovered...

We climbed mountains, summit the peaks
We went everywhere wherever the hunger seeks
After covering continents and all other lands
With a lot of praise being showered
We feel nothing is any longer to be discovered.

Engineer you are, a geologist to be precise
Dwell in your thoughts and I know you're very wise;
Close your eyes for a moment and see...
Then ask your self the very old question,
Did I miss anything in my quest for consumption?

Something is waiting to bridge the gap...
All you have to do is turn the flap.
In the womb of earth lies treasures sweet;
Awaken the mind and unfold the mystery,
You may be at the brim of making a history.

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