In crowded Apollo's Bazaar
I feel alone
Jesus was a cybernetic organism
With a decanter heart
All of our lunar paths are paved with gold
The mighty rebreather tanks seem small
Under a planet that never wanes
A sun that never sets
Time travel astronaut
Save us from ourselves
Vanamonde!
The hungry mouth, it only feeds
The empty hand, it holds
A million bodies in the square, and I feel alone
Jesus was a cybernetic organism