Toward the moon we sent dark grasp.
Not once did we stop and ask.
Where is the need? Why so much greed?
Unloading all of the bent and broken.
The only green fields left is the wasteland.
Play in them to destruction old friend.
Better to be eaten out there, then alive in here.
We're all aberrations now.
This place full of broken signs.
Twisted metal, flashing dimes.
We used to call it currency.
Now it runs the damned city.
Humans were the highest priced.
And on that coin we rolled the dice.
Brought and sold by the hundred.
Volunteers one and all, but now?
Alienated.
For more they came and for more they will go.
Onto that fresh or bloodied snow.
It makes no difference to us here.
Earth is all we'll ever hold dear.
To the moon with you!
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