Event Horizon
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
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