maybe wanting to be kissing us
please don't be dismissing us
are we immersed in a sea of replicants
hard exteriors and fake gold fronts
loosing yourself in the flavor of the month
gotta be a better reason to colonize a star
gotta be a better reason man's come so far
is that you in the mama-ocean-people-sea
is that you in this dream as see waving at me
while the other shields your eyes
as if surprised to see the universe begin
are you still glad that it has been
six years and seven months
we move out of the space where air flows
in space-time the continuum
time is speeding up there isn't much left
bustin' through your chest
is your life in the physical
comes a vision which is a miracle
normally we just can't see
it's not natural or typical
or the future when at last we ripple
are you still glad that it has been
six years and seven months
what's the worst thing you could find