[VERSE] In years or tomorrow, I’ll take my final ride, Hope those worms have a Michelin guide, That they’ll award five stars to my medium-rare meat, Even stars give a last heartbeat, I bet they’re wondering, while blowing their last breath, What’s hiding in a black hole’s depth, Perhaps instead of meat, I could be spaghetti, ‘Sagittarius A, bon appétit!’ [CHORUS] From the Nebulae new stars shall be born, Thrown into existence, no time to morn, All those lost orphans we have bridged with lines, All shall perish after they shine, No matter if Leo or Aquarius, Their fate will be the same that befalls us. [VERSE] In years or tomorrow, I’ll take my final ride, That’s the one rule all shall abide, Everyone’s like Moses, receiving from Sinai, The one commandment that thou shalt die, No heretics at this, but blasphemers many, Kafka would’ve liked this tyranny, No Brahma, no Yahweh, no one to sit the throne, From which we get flushed to pipes unknown. [CHORUS] From the Nebulae new stars shall be born, Thrown into existence, no time to morn, All those lost orphans we have bridged with lines, All shall perish after they shine, No matter if Leo or Aquarius, Their fate will be the same that befalls us.
