Yee - SyFy Lyrics

The earths looks small from here
That's what he said
In an Aluminum box shuttling miles ahead
Humanity's trace
Paper ripped into shreds
What might be the last human
Wishing he was dead
Nothing to deduce on what to blame
Watching the world erupt in flame
For the universe all would be the same
Onward to the stars to make our claim
Sustained heavy damage in the stratosphere
He said just enough fuel to get us out of here
He fled out to the stars the metal clattered fear
Spread pure dread blink drop slow splattered clear
Tears leaking down his face like the fuel well
Solar panels in place to charge the fuel cells
About 100 square feet inside this circular hell
Already seeing defeat he feels his cervical swell
Autopilot navigation
Food stores through automation
Years of storage reclamation
Of water through urination
So much pacing
Back and forth
And Checkin up on the course
The red planet's force
Of gravity is the source
Of deviation of path
A cosmic entities wrath
Soon the large sphere nears
With a shadowy bath
About 10 days 'til it Eclipses the sun
With no fuel left death has already won
With nothing to do it's seems the epilogues done
Extinction event and yes a table for one
As panic soon dulls in lethargic acceptance
Except this feeling of sad independence
Dependent on the gold cross on his necklace
Restless waiting for his day of transcendence
It's endless
The void calls out sweetly
Feed me
The pain will just fold out neatly
He sees
A red handle and latch
He's a powder keg waiting and the lever the match
One quick pull and it opens the hatch
Through the thick hull the endeavors collapse
Wait
He hears a faint humming sound growing loud
Radio static erratic like a buzzing crowd
Over to the comms he clicks on stomach wound
Green light glows Hello he screams out aloud
Hello
Hello
Is there somebody there?
A voice soft and fair begins to tickle the air
"Hello" she says
" I can't believe you're alive, im currently in endeavor 185"
"I thought I was the only one to survive,
"I got a lock on your location it won't take long to arriv-"
Click
The radio stops
The power goes out
The atmosphere pops his ears
It's so quiet now
A Pin could fall and not touch the ground
Streams of blood moving through his head all around
The only sound
He stares into infinite space
Crossed the finish line with a limp in the race
Guess it's by design when you running not chased
Hands gripping time that is slipping away
His body starts to float to reserve energy for o2
Old news panic lights glow blue
Cold truths
The vacuum of space
The reflection of glass staring back at his face
Shits beautiful
A beam of bright light awakens the man
The hatch snaps open brain shifting like sand
He sees a white figure grasps on to his hand
Pulls him away like a thread in the strand
He sees a white figure grasps on to his hand
Pulls him away like a thread in the strand