Born in a now dead star Some place long ago, That is all the history I know. In truth, there's more, I swear... But really now it's boring so who cares!?
Energy charged metal brand On my face, defines my race and makes me who I am. Vital gas inside a shell. In the end, my brand will bend then here among the stars I'll dwell.
We neglect technology. (Work is tedious) Also we have poor diplomacy Manners? We can't be fussed. And that's why fleshy races dislike us.
We are the Novakids. Up here in the stars is where we live.