The Dead Fighter Blues

The ship is on fire, and there's no pilot at the controls
And the belts are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows

The immortals are all corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the timers on countdown and the stargates shut

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the fighters are all dead at the top of their killboards

It went like this:

The wormholes tumbled in on themselves
Desperate capsuleers
Like mothers clutching babies
Picking through the rubble
And pulling out their implants

And hell breaks loose

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said, "Fight me, you're a warrior -
These are truly the last days"

We grabbed our frigates
And we fell into it
Like a daydream
Or a fever

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death

I open up my capsule
And it's full of blood




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