There must be something (x6) There must be something more to life than this vice There must be something more to life that we can’t even know
Maybe somewhere on a purple shore beyond the status quo
The lights from Mars
Well we’ve seen it before
The telescopes tell us it's true A cluster of stars
bringing woe and such pain
What’s a poor little planet to do?
The vice does tight And the vice does bite And we will not slip from its firey grip
And the vice does thrive Though its been deprived And the vice will gnaw with its cosmic maw
The vice does tight
There must be something (x6) More
Spine: We hoped that there was life out there But we could never know That the horrors of the stars above could crush us with one blow
Hatchworth: The pods of whales; they were fleeing something Now we’re tangled in a web like flies Tendrils grasp from afar and they’ll bring us our end by the hand of a million eyes
Rabbit: What’s in the sky?
The vice does tight And the vice does bite And we will not slip from its firey grip
And the vice does thrive Though its been deprived And the vice will gnaw with its cosmic maw