I can feel the gravity
savage sadness grabbing me

like a stabbing agony
panicking heartbeat rapidly

like a drastic atrophy
my own tapestry of travesty

applicable calamity
catastrophe is my canopy

the faculty of tragedy
with no strategy for amnesty

the laxity of sanity
I can feel the gravity

we go higher than a plane
and further than a car
is it not good enough
to enjoy beauty from afar?

we are the aliens

(we are propelled to take chances
with trajectory toward illumination
lifting off into oblivion
to our new space station)

we build rocket ships
to keep us up to par
is it not good enough
to only wish upon a star?

we are the aliens

I'm just a citizen with no names to mention
no one is to blame for the hate and the tension
measuring success by how the other falls
he's got the world by the *****

snowflakes, cupcakes, makes me cold and hungry
no one is to blame for the lust of the money
success is measured by your picture on the walls
he's got the world by the *****

those who keep their blinds closed are the ones always looking out.