Day Seventeen: Accident? - Ayreon

From the wind-torn ramparts of the Tower of Hope we survey a thousand futures. Release your dreams from this electric pinnacle. You must have hope... we're clim

[egyptian] my journey's over I'm standing on the edge and close my eyes to this world of lies my will is broken it's the end of all my dreams my soul yearns for

And so it's come to this. Two Gates - two portals await. Let your choice be guided by collective wisdom. Ah, hath the prospect of freedom ever tasted so good? O

Look at you, lying there, defenceless and alone See I am no fool, I always knew you wouldn't make it on your own Cos you're just like your mother, well, where i