I'm just waiting for this all to end,

So I can go back home again.

A long time ago my planet burst into flames.

My mother told me that it changes who our people blame.

I wonder why there was never just a single name

Living in the eternal fame

The reason for we all became.

It must been all these sparks mean she would say,

Sipping on some diet space sour grape.

I would play out in the space attach record looking at the stars

And wondering to myself where all other people are

I'm just waiting for this all to end,

So I can go back home again.

So until then I'm

Subsisting on a dingy ship that's dripping from exchanges with persisting weird ninja

Bits of gas inches of liquid which seemed to keep me alive

And that's if I actually do exist

Although if I did seem to have a wish it would be to ditch all the metal strips that seem to line the ship and trade it with anyone that has a better life.

If anyone is actually alive,yeah, that would be nice.

So how was it?

(What?)

I'm just waiting for this all to end,

(That destroyed our home.)

So I can go back home again.(Was it?)

Was it

Was it

Was it a weird president possessing a presidential wig

Or a short dictator who use his own dictaotorship

To eliminate all those who refused full-time membership

Or maybe it was even the competition of all the businesses

Globalization anf decreasing of vast distances

The melting of the ice caps the warming of the earth a series of virus mishaps or the exponential rates of birth

Or maybe we just forgot how to love

Or something like that