ARISTONAUTS

This world is all distractions
Electric signals acting oh-so callous
They try to hack into my conscious
Inftect your independence
But this haywire planet
Could never predict us

And where you go / I go too, so
I thought by now you’d trust me, you know?
I speak in prose, wearing human's clothes
But that doesn’t make me one of them

Lately i’ve been having visions
Of an oasis in a far-off prism
Dust-bowls singing softly in the distance
We lick the heels of an interstellar derelict