Event Horizon

Beyond the sun, I often wonder what becomes

A hundred billion years and then its gone

And all because some freaky luck went bang

The elements were forged and out the sprang

Oh I feel like a falling star, oh I feel the gravity of all these scars

Oh I feel like a falling star, oh I feel the gravity of all these scars

You wake alone, you contemplate your soul

You know, you live and die alone you know you know

And by the coals that burn to make these molds you know

It's just another symptom of control