Finished his drink
Rose to his feet
Time to start moving
Beat a retreat
Leaving the hall, why should he care
With no common source and no good at prayers?
Strange little world with no use and no love
Hard to see the stars through the grey skies above
Cruel and inhuman, and each on their own
Flailing and groping in the dark all alone
Out in the dark
All going wrong
Bitter and tired
He stumbled along
Should he turn back, or head on alone?
Angry disgust at this desolate home
Strange little world with no use and no love
Hard to see the stars through the grey skies above
Cruel and inhuman and each to their own
Flailing and groping in the dark all alone
Back to his quarters
Ready to drop
A telescope barrel
The faintest of pops
The stars all expired, he died on his feet
Time has stopped moving, utter defeat
credits
from A Maze of Death,
released July 18, 2005
Future Boy: vocals, music
Johnny Cashpoint: lyrics