Let’s change the direction of our prayers
Create a crafty image
Let’s take down those protagonists
Today, like any other, makes no sense at all
Even if all the sad rumors about you
Turn out to be true
It’s a big deal for me too
So I’d rather keep quiet and just get through it
Now, from a radio tower at the very edge of the solar system,
Comes broken, desperate
Old-fashioned and innocent music
Go beyond the blurred horizon, to the Edgeworth-Kuiper Belt,
On sleepless nights, in an overgrown paradise
Set off the greatest flash in history
And release the arrows of comets, Edgeworth-Kuiper Belt
Even though we’ve always been filled
With nothing but kindness
Let’s take a deep breath,
Tell little lies,
The pain we put off feels like telepathy
It’s getting through
But keep going, aimlessly
I don’t know anymore
Hey, I want you to hear this
I realized tonight
The more things you like,
The more enjoyable this world becomes
I wish I could have told you
All about your correctness,
In sleep and in wakefulness
It’s a bad feeling no one knows
Now, with a record from far beyond the radio tower
It’s a little lonely, but it’s okay, let’s dance to Johnny B. Goode
Go beyond the blurred horizon, Edgeworth-Kuiper Belt
To the long-awaited spectacle, a mountain of corpses
A strange, wonderful, and miraculous splash
And as we go through our last days, Edgeworth-Kuiper Belt
Not a single thing left undone
Tossed and scattered
Now, the last dance