We’ll gather the strings of our exoskeleton

And push to a new airspace where we can exhale

Without feeling the guilt of our carbon

Maybe Johnny is right

Perhaps I'm a virus too

Emancipation for my mind

Eternal rest for the basket

Pouring ourselves into

The artificial afterlife

Well, there's so many places

We have never been to before

There is a selflessness that we can maintain on this earth

That is harmonious with our will to survive