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[Intro] Apollo 11, this is Houston. You are go for TLI. Over Ignition We confirm ignition, and the thrust is go Roger. We've got a little static in the background now Apollo 11. Roger Thrust is good. Everything's still looking good Roger [Verse 1: Onry Ozzborn] Forty-Four seconds of oxygen left I'm thinking the Darwin effect I'm alone in space at a moped's pace and the black reflects my past Wish all my memories could be erased for this duration As Earth gets further and further away Balls of clay, but hey I've got no choice But to look at the bright side, voice Raspy, I've put my life In the hands of all my voids Peddlers and servants who service those falling asteroids Sleeping satellite, paranoia to be enjoyed We only know what we told Following a manmade code Spaceships an alien nation, but we got those drones at home Event horizon, my death star has arrived and I'm psyched Astronaut taking a liking 'cause I might die tonight Connective tissue defected and warped away What more can I say I tried to close the distance but you're too far away Reach out as far as Saturn's rings Eventually we will touch and lightyears will become that of extinct [Chorus: JFK Ninjaface] Daylight through a spacious bag A you like games of laser tag Meteor showers, planets collapse Give me an hour or millennium back Pentium tower attach the synapse And back on my print in an intricate lab My cynical laugh, a minimal human computer Just ask them all, I'm back Just ask [?] And a whole bag of tanzanite I'll hand you your ass and the mic That's critical mass, man in flight Go crack-a-lack, you're wrong and I'm right As of now I have mastered Negative gravity, I'm an astronaut But don't mean to brag [Verse 2: Onry Ozzborn] Rip through You can pull space and time in a flash Arrive just in time for a chemical mixture Resist there's no future and past No disaster, just gasses pass the average women and mansion With the passion of Christ and the phantom Of the opera-rating room anthem Will this last? [Verse 3: JFK Ninjaface] Evaluate the data from day to day Update the latest from "F" double "A" Asteroid belt smell of burning soufflé Elevating the heat in indelible space One hell of an ace Benevolent place with the presence of grace Light as a feather, I'm paper mache Inside us to your brain You probably afraid of what's so far away Which would explain why you follow the cattle that I mutilate with no traces or stains Elusive and strange Acutely obtain what my nuclear brain Computes and arranges And it could be danger for humans to shake Calamities life is an animal way It's splitting you wake is as simple as this is a syllable rich to your physical frame To who this pertains to insider days To people now 'sueded by digital angels Falling stars are rocks so hot no one aimless Godless in vain, celebrated and praised (Praised, praised, praised, praised, praised) But we is a graze Accept that our fate is visage of laying a message in greatness Things are all caught up on what divided your ways so out of your range [Chorus: JFK Ninjaface] Daylight through a spacious bag A you like games of laser tag Meteor showers, planets collapse Give me an hour or millennium back Pentium tower attach the synapse And back on my print in an intricate lab My cynical laugh, a minimal human computer Just ask them all, I'm back Just ask [?] And a whole bag of tanzanite I'll hand you your ass and the mic That's critical mass, man in flight Go crack-a-lack, you're wrong and I'm right As of now I have mastered Negative gravity, I'm an astronaut But don't mean to brag [Outro] Apollo 11, this is Houston Around 3-1/2 minutes. You're still looking good Your predicted cut-off is right on the nominal Apollo 11. Houston. Do you read? Apollo 11. Houston. Do you read?