Mass population
Overthrow
Higher elevation
Another plateau
Reach for the sky
Shoot down the stars
Strung out
Flnng out
Like Celestial garbage
From here to Mars

Constant confusion
Insanity
Distant illusions
A travesty
Calling out
In silence
What do you hear
You'll hear nothing
If it's nothing - you fear

Spaced out perspectives
Right and wrong
Mission objectives
That go right along...
... With
Increasing intrusions and suicide
Seeking Solutions that's never been tried

Some of us hope
Unrelentingly believing
That the answers do exist
Somewhere
Out there in the void
Flung out
Strung out
Just like the stars
In some kind of celestial garbage bin
Stretching from Earth...
... All the way to Mars