Astronaught

Sitting at the table of the gods
High above the Earth among the stars
(Like a planet of insects)
I bade my ancestors to share
What is Justice? What is Fair?
And why don't wicked men die
Long before we're born?
Is there even an answer?

Round and round you go
Through the cosmos
Think you’re getting close but
You're orbiting another
Black Hole! Set a course straight for the Sun! 
Black Hole! Wind up where I started from!

 

Seven billion people
From up here we all look equal
Clambering, trying to reach the steeple
While deep in your hold you keep a black hole

Behold the home you know The Earth below
You're born, you live you die, 
You're buried whole
(If you’re lucky enough)
Live for pleasure or for fame
Make your name or cast the blame
Build a house of cards to shelter from The Storm
As it crashes around you

Round and round you go
Through the cosmos 
Think you're getting close but
You're orbiting another
Black Hole! Set a course straight for the sun!
Black Hole! Wind up where I started from!

Now’s the only minute
I get here to make decisions
Am I victor or the victim?
And will I see that I always had it all?