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What the fuck is you thinkin', better yet, where the fuck is you goin’?
Get back to? No star mappin’ out.
Here nobody knowin’, time flyin’ and you figured you’d fly right along with it.
Not hearin’ no warnin'ins! In the mornin' you go get it.
Like thruster, throttle, play that out. Move a half a motor 'round.
A galaxy, you played that down', like it’s nothin', nothin' out
of nothin', leaves you wishin’ every day that they were still around.
Soakin’ in the corridor; corroding. While you mill about!
‘Bout a million, miles a millimeters, don't really mean nothin'!
‘Cause your body is bone marrow. 'N blood can never be trusted
It won’t last to the nearest. Destination, you can function.
You could load, into the chamber. And treat sleep like it’s a punch-in.
Space is wavy, follow form-at, analyze it spectrally.
The specter in the spectrum, on inspection, is an entity.
Call it god, man, woman, love or hope, it's all the same.
A nickel-bag philosophy, a beta boost inside a brain...

No home, you've been there! Clearly off safety! No destination!
No time for waiting! Saviors are fiction! Memories fading like ghosts,--
ghosts,--go...

Baby don't sleep.--Baby don't sleep too much.
Baby don't sleep.--Baby don't sleep too much...

Baby don't sleep.--Baby don't sleep too much.
Baby don't sleep...

...baby don't sleep...

Conversation is tough, when ya think too much ‘bout the medals.
Most time is spent silently, just monitoring your levels.
Scanning for the Clay Ark. And the blood pressure, and stay dark!
It's off long enough so your days aren’t just arbitrary, though they are...
Nothing is familiar! So the strange become the family.
Analogies are old and useless. When was the last time you had a tree?
For reference or for reverence? Irre-voc-able amnesty.
For sure, by now, you’re so far gone, to track would be insanity.
Ingrain all the membranes. Yet conscience is'a dark spot.
Heavier than the other antimatters! In your stark thoughts!
Can’t shake what 'chu’ve done. No matter how far you outrun it!
Mass that with the false fact, that somebody is coming!
Delusional is easier then self-examination. But 'chu gotta make a choice,
of where you going. Because staying is surrendering.
Since you might be the last, that’s not an option.
Get your shit together, lover boy, stop lookin' at the clock...

No home, you've been there! Clearly off safety! No destination!
No time for waiting! Saviors are fiction! Memories fading like ghosts,--
ghosts,--go...

Baby don't sleep.--Baby don't sleep too much.
Baby don't sleep.--Baby don't sleep too much...

Baby don't sleep.--Baby don't sleep too much.
Baby don't sleep...

...baby don't sleep...

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