No One Listens

There is no sound There is no one around There is no air to breath There is no water sea Gravity might pull you in Well endlessly The worlds are spinning round In more than one place you are to be found This is where magic Becomes reality Oh we're on a journey Oh we're on a journey We have a sight Always looking to the sky We can see the picture we are in We will never see the whole scene The old red giant is closing in Oh we're on a journey Oh we're on a journey On a loop in a cosmic journey There is you gun shot There is your falling bomb There is your holy child Well, no one listens There is you gun shot Your falling bomb The deepest void Everything turns to dust The dust becomes a star The start becomes a god The loop keeps coming back Oh we're on a journey Oh we're on a journey On a loop in a cosmic journey There is you gun shot There is your falling bomb There is your holy child Well, no one listens There is you gun shot Your falling bomb No one ever listens No one ever listens No one ever listens No one ever no one ever no one ever listens No one ever listens No one ever listens Guns down, put all your guns down Guns down, put all your guns down