I can see my life Flash before my eyes This whole world’s horizon Lined up and guiding Me as I make my way Through the reentry I’m burning to ashes A handful of matches I am a glowing spark A shooting star I burned too bright Shone through the night Now I’m a crumbling mess It’s your best guess As to where I will land Nothing is planned I can see my life Flash before my eyes This whole world’s horizon Lined up and guiding Me as I make my way Through the reentry I’m burning to ashes A handful of matches

Floating in my moon boots, introduce you to the goon crew who dump bodies in spaceship trash chutes. The first day of classes passed without incident, guess they went ahead and waited for a Tuesday afternoon after school to launch their first attack: an ice-filled snowball in the back. Smacked you around for an hour. You think about how they’re born from broken homes and testosterone... So dad comes home from the night shift, sees the blood and the bruises and the front teeth all chipped, shows you how to make a fist, outwit, be the swiftest, use the shadows, plot a new way home, bone up on the martial arts, start now, board the spaceship, and train with… Anti-gravity moon boots, gather up the goon crew who dump bodies in spaceship trash chutes. And it's Payback like Gibson or Revenge of the Nerds or Bart the General. My Millennium Falcon shooting lasers at the dudes on the ground. My moon boots stomping faces, teeth pop out all over the fuckin' place and pile up on the street like snowflakes. Then I’m gone like hot cakes out to outer space where girls don’t make weird faces when you ask them out on dates, and where dogs don’t run away, where parents stay married and the food fills up your whole fuckin' plate, where you can play any time, night or day, but wait... Are there even any days in outer space? Playing with my moon boots, and imaginary space goons who dump bodies in spaceship trash chutes.

You know that feeling that you get in the pit of your stomach? When you’re weightless for a second and you’d like to forget? All the troubles that come with having your feet firm On the ground, on the Earth, where you know you’re a mess. I’m here to offer you a ticket to the latest attraction. I’m here to offer you a form of sweet relief. Just tie a rocket to your laces and hold on to your bootstraps. We’ll go moon walking on the dance floor and float off our feet. Can you feel the pull of gravity the DJ is spinning? The beat is calling you to rise to your feet. We’ll lose ourselves in the music and in the meantime. All our troubles will float off into the deep. It’s not a question of whether the tether will let you, It’s all in your head if you think that you can’t reach. So go on in, pick up your chin, and pull down your visor, Put on your dancing shoes, hit all your cues, this space walk’s a breeze.

Muscles stop flexing and spines decompress. Flying was supposed to be so fun. Cells are upset that they’re not under pressure. They like it under the gun. I swear I know the map both forward and backwards. How are you so good at telling when we’re off track? According to my calculations, you’re an asshole. Why don’t you go attach to someone else’s back? Muscles stop flexing and spines decompress. Flying was supposed to be so fun. Cells are upset that they’re not under pressure. They like it under the gun. We’re losing speed so we’re all losing sleep. We’ve seen the movies where teams get in too deep. We dream in sunshine, beaches, and breezes. We drink up moonshine and pee in spacesuits. Muscles stop flexing and spines decompress. Flying was supposed to be so fun. Cells are upset that they’re not under pressure. They like it under the gun.

Floating in this box, take a peek at that space fox, physics PHD from MIT or Harvard or Yale or something, I don’t know. But the zero-G booty rocks! I’m so sick of Tang. Once we get to Mars, I’mma ditch this gang, maybe hit the bars. But there’s that scientist, who is the finest. Her smile’s so bright, ultraviolet.

[GATZ] OBLITERATED / WAITING ON MY SPACESHIP / THE WAY I PHRASE SHIT / MAKES YOUR BRAIN SPACE SICK / I’M SPITTING PUNS LIKE A GUN SHOOTING BULLETS / I’M IN THE ENGINE ROOM SHOOTING RYE BULLEIT / AND BOURBON / AND JAGER / RESUME SAY ‘GREAT TEAM PLAYER’ / DANGER, DANGER WILL ROBINSON / WE GOT SOME BEASTS ONBOARD / GATZ JUST THE FIRST ONE MC ZOMBIE HOLE UP IN THE CAPTAIN’S CHAIR/ ON SCREEN ENSIGN I NEED TO SEE THE OTHER PLAYAS/ SPITTING PROTONS LIKE A GOT A MILLION SPARES/ FEEL MY TORPEDO BUST YER HULL/ BITCH I DON’T CARE/ SEE MY HANDSHAKE/ I’VE GOT A DEATH GRIP/ YOU WANNA MIND MELD/ DAMN YOU GOT A DEATH WISH/ PHASERS TO STUN/ SHADES UP AND SON/ SHIP ON THE RUN/ TRY AND FUCK WITH US/ YOUR SHIT’LL COME UNDONE IN SICK BAY WITH MORE THAN A COLD / DOCTOR SAYS, SON / I WOULDN'T EXPECT TO GROW OLD / YOUR BODY'S PUTTING UP ONE HELL OF A FIGHT / BUT IT'S JUST NO MATCH FOR THIS ALIEN PARASITE / PASS THE BOTTLE, NEED TO DULL THIS ACHE / GOING TO LB-426 WAS A FUCKIN' MISTAKE / DO ME ONE LAST FAVOR, IF THERE ISN'T A CURE / NUKE THE ENTIRE SITE FROM ORBIT - IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO BE SURE [YAWN] OH NO, OH NO, WHAT'S GOING ON? / I WAKE FROM CRYOGENIC SLEEP AND EVERYBODY'S GONE / LASER BURNS ON THE WALLS / AND THE SHIP IS OFF COURSE / THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH MAKES ME WISH I HAD THE FORCE / I'M JUST A SOFTWARE ENGINEER / I USED TO HAVE IT MADE / MY TESLA AND MY APPLE WATCH WOULD ALWAYS GET ME LAID / THAT ROBOT OVER THERE SURE AIN'T NO TOY / HIS EYES ARE GLOWING RED AND HE'S SCREAMING DDDEESSTTRROOYYY

Sending out these signals and none are coming back. When I took this mission, didn't know it'd be my last. So I dream of the winters and the snowflakes coming down and each one is special and it looks like I've found my place in space, oh lord. Take the cold straight from my bones and store it in the stars for my kids to see. Pressing all these buttons like I did once before, my mind's stuck on earth and my body's stuck onboard. Let's meet halfway so I can fall asleep with your face. My place in space, oh lord take the cold straight from my bones and store it in the stars for my kids to see.

I wonder what You would think about me If I told you All the truths about me I’ve run so far To hide behind these stars And now I radiate I can’t seem to shake this off Here I am, Here I am Floating off in space again Here I am, Here I am Floating off in space again I don’t recall what I did at all to deserve you But I have to find a way to navigate back to you I wander through Gamma rays and memories I surf into Radio waves and space dust seas I’m counting stars I’m counting far flung sheep I’ve gone too far to Wake up from this hypersleep I wonder what You would think about me If I told you All the truths about me I’ve run so far To hide behind these stars And now I radiate I can’t seem to shake this off Here I am, Here I am Floating off in space again Here I am, Here I am Floating off in space again I don’t recall what I did at all to deserve you But I have to find a way to navigate back to you

I’m a dying star I’ve come so far But the light I am made of Has long since been faded You, you make a wish But what you catch Is only an ember Just you remember Keep it out of your pocket There’s nothing to stop it I wish that I could say That’s I’ve got more shine in me But the second star to the right is far And we’ve still got miles to go Before we sleep I have fought so hard To see the stars Against the gravity That has a hold of me You, you reel me in With a lunar grin A tidal pull you Won’t let me loose Keep me out of your pocket There’s nothing to stop it I wish that I could say That’s I’ve got more shine in me But the second star to the right is far And we’ve still got miles to go Before we sleep I let you wish on me for far too long

[gatz] not your average starfleet captain, mad dapper astronaut with a dastardly plot, broadcasting from the sun, that’s why my words hot, shooting for the moon, i swerve and slingshot, maroon your whole crew on a desolate rock, two fingers to your neck like mr spock, talk awkward at parties about beats and hip hop, like ‘yeah i make music and spit over top, sharp darts filled with venom and dot dot dot dot’ leave it hanging, dangling participles over cliffs like they owe me money, my lasers blast faster than a solo or a greedo, dummy, it’s the lyrical warp speed 11, i’m sipping a seven and seven i’m searching from heaven to hell for metaphorical white whales, i’ll sail without fail the seven space seas to whale on that dick like jason voorhees Tribble, trouble, critters burst my bubble, I’ll need a triple double, of that sipping whiskey, Hubble yolo‘scopes, let me check my flows, minimize the density by increasing all the dope, to see if my words float, to see if I’m a joke, to see my red reflection in the color of my clothes, to know that it’s always red who's the first one to go, roddenberry you s.o.b., you beamed me up too slow…. I got spliced, you’d think twice, of cutting Captain Kirk in half, so why am I on ice? Why am I am I so nice? Why haven’t I pulled my Bat’leth out and shown you how I dice, now I’ll show you how I slice, how I julienne these guys, how there’s no trace in space nor taste in case you’d get surprised, there be nothing left behind, I’m blowing collective minds, claiming all the stars as mine, for all the rest of time I never knew the time clock could spin so slowly spacedock with me and feel my space rock bust all over your space smock. You wonder if my engine has hyperdrive, I’ve got a warp core core and I feel alive, feel your thighs, and your aliens skin makes me feel so high, could just be the formaldehyde, that we got you soaking in to keep you spry, keep your eyes from going dry, why might I try the other side? Got a taste just once and now I can’t get by, without your alien love, I can’t feel inside, no we shouldn’t hide, from disapproving lines, all their words are just a jealous lie, take it in stride; we should multiply. yo, do you even smash, bro? i’m a pro at super smash bros., pen a super duper verse in my space lab, flow cold as mid-shelf vodka, gotcha at absolute zero, go greek, eat your gyros, me i’m on the churros, that’s right, plural, hulk smashing atoms in my particle accelerator, i be killing dammit i’m ill and i’m ill and eh eh eh eh, i can make a blackhole, you can take your ass home, i’m my own universe and you are a tadpole, ain’t nobody cold as this, yeah, do a rap and the track, triple double no assist, no misses, kiss the sky like hendrix, stop time like neo in the matrix, or zach morris in saved by the bell, i need deforest kelley cuz i’m sick as hell, i got something in my tummy, i mean crap factory, rappers sound constipated, i make this shit sound easy...

i think i hear her name in the vacuum of space feel my spine decompress feel my face lose shape my blood is on the rise my blood is on the rise there’s a worm in my body feel it burrow away if it gets bigger will i stay the same or will two flames be one? or will two flames be one? i see engines ignite as i watch the night sky the waves they radiate and swallow up fuel tanks if i’m still on solid ground why do i feel weightless? if these are phantom sounds can i hear anything? i’m younger now than i remember being back before space camp when i was seeing jolene and the waves waged war on the beach and the waves waged war on the beach her head against my chest she can hear my heartbeat i can feel her shallow breaths i’m not sure what they mean we just played our parts we just played our parts i see engines ignite as i watch the night sky the waves they radiate and swallow up fuel tanks if i’m still on solid ground why do i feel weightless? if these are phantom sounds can i hear anything? the smell is sickly sweet like rancid ice cream my heart skips a beat the smell is sickly sweet like rancid ice cream my heart skips a beat i see engines ignite as i watch the night sky the waves they radiate and swallow up fuel tanks if i’m still on solid ground why do i feel weightless? if these are phantom sounds can i hear anything?

i want / to believe / to believe / to believe / that we / are not alone / are not alone / are not alone / do not atone / for things / we never did / we never did / we never did / on our own / on our own / on our own/ can you see? / out past the moons / the dying stars / the blinking lights / the matters dark / they’re out of sight / out of sight / out of sight/ i want / to believe / to believe / to believe / that we / are not alone / are not alone / are not alone / do not atone / for things / we never did / we never did / we never did / on our own / on our own / on our own/ see time collapse / in black holes / in black holes / in black holes / we’re worming past / dead planets / dead planets / dead planets

Fan my ashes into space Let them spread in infinite ways Let my dust and star dust become one and the same Ashes to ashes, did I make a big bang? Did my particles move the Earth? Did I move more than just dirt? Will any trace of me be found? Will the hole I dug break ankles or ground?