In empty space, we’re forced to roam

The vessel’s engine a high pitched shrill

In search of that which resembles home

As complex as the human genome

Suspended inhabitants frozen still

In empty space, we’re forced to roam

A enigmatic, cryptic syndrome

Paranoia, an instinct to instill

In search of that which resembles home

Earth an exponentially growing catacomb

Event Horizon, to survive, to live until-

In empty space, we’re forced to roam

Life, a filtered monochrome

A perilous journey, nothing uphill

In search of that which resembles home

The construction of a revolutionary tome

A sense, the purpose of destiny to fulfill

In empty space, we’re forced to roam

In search of that which resembles home