Somewhere, somewhere out there
Is a fresh start, one more chance
For us to forget all that we've ruined
The moon or mars; it doesn't matter
We all climb this never-ending ladder
But soon it'll reach the ceiling, in time
As the radiation follows behind
A race to space with one goal in mind:
"Live longer than the last one standing in line"
One last thing I wanna say before this hell blasted all away:
Please, be smarter than we were
Promise us you'll all be better than we were to our old mother
I know I'm going to miss her
It won't be long before we fly, those of us chosen to survive
But it's already too late
We're stuck with our fate
The rest of us are waiting to die
I'd rather be down there with them, holding hands, embracing the end
But maybe I can show the new world
There's more to life than oil and blood-stained soil
Or maybe we'll never know,
And we'll just fade into the afterglow
As it burns out from under us this place we all call home
One last thing I wanna say before this hell blasted all away:
Please, be smarter than we were
Promise us you'll all be better than we were to our old mother
I know I'm going to miss her
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