Space is not the last frontier
is not the last frontier
it's just a party we crash
it's just the absence of air.
We move with axial verve
my fingers follow the curves
of planets reeling with fumes
but only I sound the dirge.
We are gathered here today
what I mean to say
is that I
that you
blessed are the ones
blessed am
I
forget
You can send a robot to mars.
You can send a robot to mars.
Space is not the last frontier
is not the last frontier
it's just a party we crash
it's just the absence of...
Dying is the last frontier
it is the last frontier
and on the brink of death
only I raise the ode.
We celebrate and cherish
we raise up our glasses
and try to swallow what we poured.
Is it smooth at our throats
or does it
burn?
You can send a dead man to heaven.
You can send a dead man to hell.
But death is the last frontier.