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A long way up in light-years,
Just a pinpoint in space,
In a century of planetary storms,
Stranded at the moonbase,

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

Looking out at the roof-window,
I ve seen many strange things,
From shooting stars to Stars n Stripes
Thought I d caught a glimpse of golden wings.

The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low.

I got the vision of a big white dove.
I ve heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I m wond ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.

Looking way down below me,
The worlds are all awhirl-whirly.
Won t you come along beside?
This place waits for company.

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

I leave my limbs behind me.
As I m being lifted
Out into the, into the
Spiritual boom-boom abyss.

The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.

I got the vision of a big white dove.
I ve heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I m wond ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.

Damn the ones who put me here
Four white walls to save my soul
I will not deny what I have done
But to me it is normal not a crime

Stripping flesh from the bone
Tearing limb from limb
Eyes that no longer see
Is a feast for me

So I suffer quietly
Let them try to figure...

1.
With your hair so white you could light up the night
Burning out like a shooting star
From the stage to The Squeeze, from T.V. to striptease
I loved you in the back of my car
Nobody’s gonna tell you what to do

Head in my hands

Crouched your room
it happened to soon i know
Insults were thrown
you think you d grown by now
Feelings inside
start to subside and grow
Where are you now
where are you now let me know

You got your head in your hands
stop screaming
You got your...

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Biomachines

Dawn of the biomachines.

Experiments to spawn the new breed of half living creatures to butcher for organs.
Transplants extend another s life span, re-created, twisted in neo-god s hands.
Animals physiologically altered to increase their output for human usage.
Left immobile as designed, trapped...