born under the distant dream of MIR2

we're too spaced for getting grounded
founded on nonexistent possibility
perverted to speculation -- can't live in a sandcastle!

planned battles against massive tracker channels
spanning canals, cracking damns and sat specials
skits of zom rom coms clogging telecoms
OM NOM nosh gums on tom brokaw's arm
alarms blare, moms scared, kids stashed
corpse head bashed. no respect for dead
whether nordic, nigger or indigenous. pyramid rocketship
bonebuilt rumfueled carried over
delivered the math to carry over
real world never glimpsed sober
extra digit in mixed drink capacity increased
for thinking it over. fantastic phantoms
pantomiming seemingly random
better lives. ancestors saw the coming
suited up, stored power supplies amongst the mummies
liftoff occurs only when earth is divorced
damn this attachment to our cultures' graves.

modern pyramids are built on the backs of slaves
same faces broke backs so train tracks are laid
barred from boarding the shuttle once delivered by train
insane? insane. sky's the limit and no farther
only the pristine can know low earth orbit
chaste and virile or else richer than god
you ever wanna see mars, you'd better come up with one
up front. overtake the base, mission control
envisioning hold on program replenishing soul
us sinners'll know every cranny and nook
of international double-S, build attics and rooms
just tack 'em on. whatever you want, make it -- at worst,
drift till lungs freeze and burst.

who wants to live forever? beats present-day deadwalk
headless shuffle, breadless hustle and hushed talk
of maybe doing something. basking in anonymity,
i'm post-guerrilla war: attack as if i have no enemies.
i have an affinity for artifact of engineered divinity
only the best and, as they say of things in life, i get it free.
the loftiest of goals, homie, i only seek infinity
i may never reach it, but i'm not aiming low. stagnation's killing me.

tossed and turned in my sleep, so figured i'd toss worlds in my wake --
escapism velocity. transgalactic flying monstrocity
if you're hellbent on honesty, don't bother ever fucking talking to me.
lie to kick it or kick rocks
i'm not down to earth, i'm over mars, past stars and dead rocks.
when you see me, whatever you see, i'm already done.
very sight of me is living legend, long-past reflection
fess up -- you'll need to break physics to catch up
it's messed, huh? if possibility's your limit, then i've left ya