I always used to think,
Comet tails would whip me across a baron universe.

Traversed by no man

I would ignite the empty space with an apocalypse.

And in the meteor metal would be the lost traces of emperor anarchy.
A cosmos of distant memories.

And the sound would flail past the seperate planets,

The black holes would be full with my legacy.

If I couldn't be the sun
I would be the brink

The lining that makes a whole picture
A puzzle.