And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then

Who knows who really decides?

In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity

The astronaut listens to voices that call

Won't you follow me down?

Breathe, as you suffer with existence



Rags and ruin of all that was human

Leaching the force of collective design

Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces

But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines?



In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal

Why do we waste time on hope?

In perfect execution, liquid and lucid

Born in the astromaut's eyes

Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear

Breathe as you suffer in denial



The lover and the blind man they sing their song

The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone

They can't reach heaven, the truth's brutal lesson

Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes

But who decides, who decides?