And so we meet again, the dirt on our feet but then   Who knows who really decides?   In this spacial oddity, this viral commodity   The astronaut listens to voices that call   Won't you follow me down?   Breathe, as you suffer with existence      Rags and ruin of all that was human   Leaching the force of collective design   Heroes and rapists they all have nice faces   But who decides, who defines, who draws all the lines?      In this wasted miracle, the outcome so terminal   Why do we waste time on hope?   In perfect execution, liquid and lucid   Born in the astromaut's eyes   Of hate, loathing, wonder, and fear   Breathe as you suffer in denial      The lover and the blind man they sing their song   The pleasured and the pained pray their sins are gone   They can't reach heaven, the truth's brutal lesson   Forgive yourself, for no one else will die for your crimes   But who decides, who decides?