First World Warrior

To be born in a place of silence At the end of a telescope Keep dreaming of a land of science I put no suffering in your horoscope There ain’t nobody with a claim to kindness You search forever but you never find it The house is breaking but the land is timeless There is no pain when there is no hope I can apologize, but I will not change I have the stomach, I don’t have no gut Stay on the other side, so wicked and strange I will look but I will never touch Stay on the other side