SPACE

Here in the quietness of SPACE. I want to blame it on you and you and you and hating on people for loving people who are already dead, but obviously not dead in so many heads! It pulls that way, the fame, the Name, not me! It is going out of control! Now the Winner of the Game is BLAMED! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! They liked you while you climbed to fame and fall so easy to fall without a safety net! Showing off! What did you do this time!? Learn how to fly? I finally see you! Eyes looking up to find his friend, cool the heat, turn on the fan a father and son walking in the land, with his little hand we'll make a stand.