Two hundred and fifty-three light years away
There's a star that's ready to decay
shine so bright, burn out of life
It is so sad that it had to go this way
the star, It's burning up so fast
Look up the stars they are not going to even last
If You leave, do make a wish or a mark on me
the fine results of such a fine craft
The loss of momentum
This is what became of humanity
Look so blue
what such tragedy
join in into this dying party
feel the bass get inside of your core
no one cares you are here
a whole new outer space to explore
Hear the roaring beaming sound
Hold the burning drunk sensations
jump at the sound of the beat
Max out your limitations
feel the darkness around you
as the time had come
Burnt like us
to the society you had succumbed
had burn so bright, burn out of life
Building nothing but strife