Eyes wide open

I know my suit gives me air

But why am I choking why am I holding on

It feels tight

My lungs are lying to me

Because all there is is a blanket of black

With tiny glimpses of prayers and hopes and dreams

Its a constellation

Its a complication of my own

I close my eyes

And try to weigh myself down

But why am I floating why am I drifting off

An endless world

My hands reach out for anything

But instead all there is is a blanket of black

With tiny glimpses of faith and luck and peace

Its a constellation

Its a complication of my own

I can feel the mothership

I can feel the mothership

It feels close it feels close it feels close

Theyre coming for me

Ill feel safe at home

I wont go out again

I wont try anymore

Not on my own

Because all there is is a blanket of black

With tiny glimpses of prayers and hopes and dreams

Its a constellation

Its a complication of my own

And do we need to remember

To take a deep breath

To know that were not at war

Its just with ourselves