And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then
Who knows who really decides?
In this spacial oddity, this viral
The astronaut listens to voices that call
Won't you follow me down?
Breathe, as you suffer with existence
and ruin of all that was human
Leaching the force of collective design
Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces
decides, who defines, who draws all the lines?
In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal
Why do we waste time on
In perfect execution, liquid and lucid
Born in the astromaut's eyes
Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear
Breathe as you
suffer in denial
The lover and the blind man they sing their song
The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone
can't reach heaven, the truth's brutal lesson
Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes
But who decides, who