Hurtlin' towards the earth, set the atmosphere on fire
Never put another notch in the Kuiper
Climb down from the trees to die from a disease
Brought back from the dead by the liars
I don't mind
I'll stay behind
Transmission in static, the silent monastic
Exiled to an island of plastic
Waiting on translation, the fool's coronation
A permanent summer vacation
I don't mind
I'll stay behind
Set a course for the sun
To bittersweet oblivion
The time has come, the rain is gone
Back to hell where we belong