a floating space man
in the pitch dark
dark cold never ending sea
stretching forever and far
he watches all there is
and there is always more
in every inch of this nothingness
you'll find all there is to know
about your god
and the god that is here
in the silence of the world
naked and rotten
spreading through the stars
old and forgotten
with an ugly mask
and a yellow smile
there goes the space man
in his kingdom at last
a face darker than night
in eyes of a thousand stars
illuminating beyond edges
of the dark cold depths of the sea
all across the universe
would you still won't believe
that the man in the sky
is every man that will be born
and made of all he will see
and of that he won't
space man isn't home
maker never was our father