Sensors failing on "The Oberon"
Supplies are running low
Choke down waning oxygen
Unconscious comes and goes
Alone you're stumbling through the halls
And searching for your crew
From back on Earth, the printouts read
"Light years too far to save you."
It's a lonley fuckin' feeling out among the stars
It's cold and the difficulty breathing hurts
Sent out an S.O.S. but no luck so far
It's 20 billion miles to Earth
Yeah 20 billion miles to Earth
Try to plot a course to get back home
Controls are fried and dead.
"The Oberon" is shutting down
Failed systems; it's Code Red
Your last visions are of plant and cloud
And grass and rock and rain
As the primal cold of space
Starts shutting down your brain
But you knew she couldn't follow you
This far out into space
Now it might be 20 billion years
Before the living see your face
It's a lonely fucking feeling out among the stars
It's cold and the difficulty breathing hurts
None recieved your S.O.S. out past the stars
It's 20 billion miles to Earth
(May 3, 2010)
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