3 acessos
zero charismatic spaceman watches as his plane reenters the planet's
atmosphere
"Stupid robot autopilot!", he curses to himself as a solitary popsicle
wrapper is floating silently by
as his ship leaves, loneliness rushes towards him wrapped with memories and
scorched with death
as the gauge of life is slowly decreasing, through is fogged mask, i can see
a tear, and it's trickling down his cheek
once again another flight through the cold and dark space
suicide's the one solution to end all his pain, but spacemen don't kill
themselves, they fly alone
they fly alone
now he's all alone