From the mud to the stars we sail
Space derelicts that fight troubles well
Running errands intergalactic
Treating travel like a punchbowl in hell

Turpitude rules in the hearts of the sane
New worlds don’t blend in the stem of the brain
Heavenly elixirs must be then taken
Lest those from below come up and take reign

Drawn to the beaches till the hurricanes come
Hostage and accomplice then become one
Psychic peace is violated
When worldly beauty weighs a ton

The wicked are estranged from the womb
Plucked out of the cosmos like a plume
Immense forces battle for worldly power
All that’s seen returns to the tomb