There must be something more to life
that we can’t even know

Maybe somewhere on a purple shore
beyond the status quo

The lights from Mars

Well we’ve seen it before

The telescopes tell us it's true
A cluster of stars

bringing woe and such pain

What’s a poor little planet to do?

The vice does tight
And the vice does bite
And we will not slip
from its firey grip

And the vice does thrive
Though its been deprived
And the vice will gnaw
with its cosmic maw

The vice does tight

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Spine: We hoped that there was life out there
But we could never know
That the horrors of the stars above
could crush us with one blow

Hatchworth: The pods of whales; they were fleeing something
Now we’re tangled in a web like flies
Tendrils grasp from afar
and they’ll bring us our end
by the hand of a million eyes

Rabbit: What’s in the sky?

The vice does tight
And the vice does bite
And we will not slip
from its firey grip

And the vice does thrive
Though its been deprived
And the vice will gnaw
with its cosmic maw

The vice does tight

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