7 - Spaceship

I got a spaceship — I’m gonna use it

Stick on my helmet and take a deep breath

I’m gonna shoot myself up and out of here

To a new kind of atmosphere

Lately we keep finding ourselves stuck

In the kind of state we cannot ever seem to break out of

Take out your frustration on your family’s residual good will

And if we can’t find some florescent new horizon

Then I don’t mind

We ain’t looking for the next best thing

There’s nothing very interesting about my ambition’s slow decline

But it’s still mine

Come on and shoot myself up and out of here

To a new kind of atmosphere

Yeah I’m gonna shoot myself up and out of here

To a new kind of atmosphere

And if I don’t stop then I might pop

I might as well pop

Rock ’em sock ’em leave them all behind

I got a spaceship — I’m gonna use it

Stick on my helmet — take a deep breath

Phobos and Deimos rowing again

Old red eye winks at me like a friend

Rings of debris cast off from my soul

Balloons of ice without and within

Subzero winds stretch me paper thin

Find myself back in my room again

I gotta go