I kissed you under busted cathode rays while the reactor sang the Internationale in gamma they thought the century died in fluorescent committee rooms but your mouth still tasted like the next five-year plan static in my helmet, 400 km up their missiles opened like flowers beneath us I counted every warhead aimed at the future and laughed your name across every frequency they banned (aaaaaah… aaaaaah…) red star burning cold (aaaaaah… aaaaaah…) gravity wants our bones we just use it as slingshot they auctioned tomorrow on trading-room floors we hacked the feed and turned their graphs into heartbeats I stole the launch codes just to dial your pulse three seconds of lag between “I love you” and ignition every setback was just another stage separation every tear in the cockpit just coolant for the dream every thrust an expropriation every moan a factory seized at dawn (aaaaaah… aaaaaah…) red star burning cold (aaaaaah… aaaaaah…) gravity wants our bones we just use it as slingshot if the sky is private property we already nationalized the vacuum rather burn up kissing at apogee than ever request permission to land (aaaaaah… aaaaaah…) red star burning cold (aaaaaah… aaaaaah…) gravity wants our bones we just use it as slingshot (aaaaaah… aaaaaah…) red star burning cold (aaaaaah… aaaaaah…) let the bourgeoisie choke on gold we’re already home
