Space is a dark force
With a force that could destroy
Monarchs
Boundaries
Republics and me

Here in the east we seem to drag
Just an assumption for you to brag
In a tunnel of wrong
The sermon is long
All baiting questions form a line
That seems to happen all the time
In a puddle of wrong the serum is strong

Your lucky numbers once were mine
Those shoes you walk in don't have a spine
In an ocean of wrong the sailors sing songs