Eyes as cold as a November's breeze
calculating smile bloated from fame,
his words forge their own meanings
from a tongue barbed and born to inflict pain

over-inflated and bulbous
his self-loving ego is
from within drug fuelled stardom
does his black desire fizz

extroverted and deadly upon recognition
he hides his sinister within songs,
his guitar rules upon the spotlight
whilst his morals in a ****** game of tongues

hookers and dealers saved on speed dial
never would you guess this is a creature from space,
he fell to earth seeking sanctuary
but all he found was pain, war and disgrace - - -

"These creatures are all barbaric,
their love of sensual intimacy coy
Alas I know I really shouldn't,
but of their lifestyle I'm starting to enjoy."

his ship has crumbled to ashes
his hair faded from gold to grey,
this world is like a pack of wolves surrounding him
to a god he knows doesn't exist he prays -

on the first day he learnt to love, cherish our beauty and respect,

on the second day he discovered sin, alcohol, drugs and ***

on the third day he learnt nothing's everlasting, that what you've made must become undone

on the fourth day the haze shifted

he missed his family

oh he missed his home - - -

"The non-existent angels sing
I beg of them to guide me home,
but my ship's burnt, my virginity dead -
#sob#
oh baby what have I become?!"

now he sings songs streaked with cosmic grandeur
to crowds of pathetic earthlings living their dreams
they all love his plastic voice, his hip-swagger and jive
but none really know what the lyrics mean

oh they all think he's amazing, invincible, timeless,
but the truth is far far from their sight,

for when the night sky clears, he sits
and cries for his baby on some planet lost in the night.