Our glowing bones attract the dying soul
Our Mars-shaped eyes distort the space-time mold
We're made of pure electric dust
The spacemen, the spacemen
The spacemen are all on fire
The spacemen, the spacemen
The spacemen are all on fire
Their frozen faces stare at floating blurs
As a darkness covers eyes
Our soft white blood creates the stars at night
Our silver lips invent the thoughts of minds
We're made of pure electric dust
We pity love outside of skin and blood
As a darkness covers lives
Futures kill us
Futures forget
Our ships will always float on x2
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