Too Late, the Transmission - Departure I: Forgo the Splintered Sphere

I recall a few hours yonder
Blood coming out the TV
And as it filled the room I wondered
The next time it just might be me
But now as I cleave
To the hyperdrive shifter
Light bending swift
I'm an interstellar drifter
I know now
It won't be me
Carve it out
Let the stars fill up the wounds inside
Carve it out
Let the suns dry up the tears we've cried
Carve it out
Let the moons pull in the wounding tides
Carve it out
Let the galaxies equip your mind
With a coordinate line
To the Cosmos Guide

Written by:
Ben Long

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