Our glowing bones attract the dying soul
Our mars-shaped eyes distort the space-time mold
We're made of pure electric dust


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The spacemen the spacemen

The spacemen are all on fire
The spacemen the spacemen
The spacemen are all on fire


Their frozen faces stare at floating blurs
As a darkness covers eyes


Our soft white blood creates the stars at night
Our silver lips invent the thoughts of minds

We're made of pure electric dust

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We pity love outside of skin and blood
As a darkness covers lives


Futures kill us
Futures forget


Our ships will always float on x2


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