i think across the universe but it’s not helping/and i suffer from the darkness/and the bastard’s always faster than me/i see the brightness of the stars/the burns on mars/i can’t stop coming back to haunt your every space/god cursed the human race/within the blackness there are cracks and unseen colours/all the time the people flying round creating sounds of information/we’re still so young and full of love/the love it harms us/but we struggle on through times long gone and rarely take up arms against it/only a fraction of my time is spent considering the loss of feelings/happiness/fighting calm and emptiness/forgot the point of inspiration/doubting any reason why i take what one was found and insist on turning it round and round/dreamt that i shot dead all my friends to clear the air/to make amends/until the end it follows me the guilt/until the end it wallows here the guilt.