Its too much, nah I'm just going deep.
Its a better use of my time;
Flying a black spaceship with a clutch.
But let's be clear,
that doesn't really require much.
The flux and punch of a red carpet.
Leaves me in need of a dark car-pit.
Into space somewhere far away with just one touch.
Ringing, then a purple-green, then hush.
You're all gone. Except for the ones I brought along.

Let us talk to you
we can help.
And if you try,
you can help yourself.

Liftoff.