Androids on morphine
System malfunctioning
In space I float

I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost
Major Tom is dead
He put a gun to his head

And so it seemed
His blood boiling


Help me
I'm calling
I'm calling


One twelve nineteen ninety-two
If the parents knew how it would grow

A baby cries
A scared little child


Speaking in tongues
Illusions in gibberish
The pilot's out of it

What can we make of this?
Mouth I foam
I won't go

I won't go

Help me

I'm calling
I'm calling


And I'm out here all alone
In this hell that I call home
And I will pray

When something wicked comes my way

Help me

I'm calling
I'm calling


Help me
I'm calling
I'm calling


Help me
And I'm out here all alone (I'm calling)

In this hell that I call home
And I will pray (I'm calling)
When something wicked comes my way