By distant moon
Date: 9 December 2000
07. Adam Bomb
There he floats, all alone, drifting
What a shame, all the pain, he feels
Such a loss, all the poss-ibilities
She left him there, unaware of her whereabouts
There was a push, from all the surrounding bodies
Heavenly? but they weren't, special
Wanted him to move on, around the world
But his idea, was more unreal, and confidential
This astronaut, not knowing consequence,
Began his quick descent, to the world
Tortured through means of the girl
"Helmet firmly strapped,
Suit precisely wrapped
Such is selfishness, space sickness
I'm writing this last song
The astronaut's not gone
Hello world,
Adam Bomb."
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