Falling stars trickle down my cheek Outlining a damaged physique. They're blinding to the untrained eye But I've learned to black out the sky. My black hole beats an angry rage, Good thing I keep it in its cage. Last time I let it out to play It sucked the sunshine out of day. I wander over Saturn's Rings Thinking I've got a hold on things... But every night at ten to three, Lack of air catches up with me. My Interstellar Hell will swell Until I bid a fond farewell, To falling for the silver gleam; And living life like it's a dream.