I kick back and watch the stars.
They say: This day will come so please don t be afraid.
But since this child s a man now,
We ll be away, away, away.
You ve spent too long away, away, away.
We only sleep to pass away the days.
I ve learnt to leave my body;
To find peace away, away, away.
You ve gone too far away, away, away.
A childhood friend is now unknown to me.
Thieves in the stars are godlike.
While they re away, away, away.
Home, a smothered star.
The womb s way too far.
All fingerprints astray, astray, astray.
Where wide-eyed gods are thought to be unseen.
Some slip out of their conscience to find truth.
Away, away, away.
A gathered source of waves, of waves, of waves.
Abandoned body, mobility of think .
Aesthetic proof beyond nimbus,
Come find me away, away, away.
Home, a smothered star.
The womb s too far.
Something s wrong,
It s very wrong.
It all becomes unharmed.
Seared stretch of soil and scab.
A bored time of simple man.
We need something more.
Something more.
Time stands still in children s hands.
It all changed cause Bruce Lee s dead.
We need something more.
Something more.
Coffee-fuelled robots with plans.
Dollars, dimes, supply and demand.
We need something more.
Something more.
Home, a smothered star.
The womb s way too far.
World way out there.
You re sort of strange.
Fruit for the brain.
Hope of true source.
But it s so far.
It seems way too far.