The star is cold and cruel We don't deserve a sun Our minds cathedral doors and boarded up Where once were miracles The barren last-ditch now How better to have been more like a cow To all the saints and scientists With choir and comet maze I'm happy to accept my fate A thousand years away The void of space is crowded With populations gone To never know the past would be too soon Call this place what you want Call it a dying sun We left a trail of pissed-off better ones
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