Blankscreen - Dead Planet Lyrics

Riding my hover bike through Celestial Heights
It used to be a glorified old folks' community
Shells of buildings that threaten to collapse
Barely kept aloft by solar propellers and hydrogen sacks
Steel girders exposed like bones through broken arms
This is the closest to heaven any of them ever got

The isolated silence, a chill runs up the hairs on the back of my neck
A crumbling sound and a looming shadow
One tall structure sways into another
They collide, and plummet to the radiation-ridden museum
Of skulls and ash below
The isolated silence, the moon above me
Flickering lights, a population one-sixth its historical size
A dissonant melody that plays no reprise

My oxygen tank signals low
A vibrating pocket beckons a return to the landing platform
I swerve, pivot on an aerial dime
A second held for eternity and lost in time
I like to get away to this dead planet
Whose moon is the closest to Heaven
Any of us will ever get