The sun of pencil dot of light and canvas space
I'm barely holding on this ship's about to break
Light years is way beyond what she was meant to take
Doc Weston is aboard and air in short supply
Now we are on our own beyond red planet's sky
All of me now you've got all of me
Whether I want it to be
All of me thinks that you must be crazy
How many creatures now have died by Weston's hand?
Our captain's exiled by the council of the land
So many creatures there they weigh upon my mind
My only thought's upon a madness deep inside
