I look out here in front of all you people, I see that you're all standing on this rink. And when you walked in here, this rink had cement underneath the floor, but as we played the first three songs, unbeknownst to all you standing out there the ice has slowly crept up, and right now you're standing on a huge sheet of ice. And not only are you standing on this huge sheet of ice, but the walls on the outside are slowly starting to disappear, this sheet of ice goes off into infinity in every direction. And up above you, there's nothing but black sky drifting off into space. And down below you, through the clear ice, there's nothing but black sky drifting. And this sheet of ice is just going through infinity. And you're all standing on a little clump on the ice as it stretches off as far as the eye can see in every direction. And as we stand here, slowly from the back, the ice starts to lift and tilt.



And we feel the ice tilting. And the plane is moving beneath your feet. And you see a grid coming across the ice and the whole plane starts to tilt. And you're trying to hang on but slowly your feet start to slip. And the plane is tilting higher and higher, the angle is getting higher. And you can't hang on, and you start to slide. And you slide off the edge of the ice. And you're going down. And your head's [??? can't understand next



three words], and all of a sudden, you shoot off the edge into the void.



And you're just floating through the void now. And you see the ice disappearing off into the distance. And now it's just black stretching; you're surrendering to the void, Cloyde (?). And you float through the, float through the blackness you start to see a



tiny speck materializing in the distance. And you realize that this tiny speck, even though it's a tiny little speck, it's still got some