Lost Cosmonauts

Now I don't know when this road turned into a grass-drive
But all I know that it's grown for a very long time
And all you'll ever know is your own mind when you never take a turn
Try to learn about the shade of green out on the other side

If you don't want to be remembered in a sad song
And if you dream of being written all romanticized
Well, then you'd better fare better than be shade for fair weather
Here's a letter to the mirror just above my eyes

Give me space to feel alone
Heels dig deep in vertigo
Watch as ego's face remains in artificial stasis
Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts
Fill this space with broken bones
Seal this place and carry on
Cut the cord, cut the cord
Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts

Here, comma, lies
Cap a disguise with rose-glass for your eyes
Here, comma, lies
Cap a disguise with rose-glass for your eyes
Here, comma, lies
Cap a disguise with rose-glass for your eyes
Here, comma, lies
Cap a disguise with rose-glass for your eyes

Now I don't know
Where the walls of the hall for the warriors rest
And Valhalla or Folkvangr, it don't matter
'Cause the road is made of pride, you pull it out of your chest
But all I know
Is the concept of space and time on this earth
It don't matter if food stamps came from a platter of platitude
Your attitude is tone-policing brutality

Our ego believes our eyes
Our pride push our fingers in
Our system it teach our lies
We are segregated

Give me space to feel alone
Heels dig deep in vertigo
Watch as ego's face remains in artificial stasis
Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts
Fill this space with broken bones
Seal this place and carry on
Cut the cord, cut the cord
Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts

Gotta get to space
Gotta lift the weight
Gotta drift away, ya-ya
Gotta hit the weights
Gotta flip the page
Gotta learn to skate, ya-ya

Gotta try a dish
Teach a man to fish
Then he'll eat the rich, ya-ya
Gotta levitate
Gotta Super Saiyan
Then retaliate, ya-ya

Gotta get to space
Gotta lift the weight
Gotta drift away, ya-ya
Gotta hit the weights
Gotta flip the page
Gotta learn to skate, ya-ya

Gotta try a dish
Teach a man to fish
Then he'll eat the rich, ya-ya
Then retaliate, then retaliate
Then retaliate, then retaliate

Give me space to feel alone
Heels dig deep in vertigo
Watch as ego's face remains in artificial stasis
Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts

Fill this space with broken bones
Seal this place and carry on
Cut the cord, cut the cord
Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts