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out in this Galaxy
Ima shooting star
Wit none to come before travel after me
On life Til it ends (Yo)
Ima be the man
Writing in my captain's journal

these vital times
All these clinical trials make it feel like I'm facing double jeopardy
Been sick of crying now my uncles dying
Breathlessly searching

physical it's mental
The heroes weren't clinical they were sentimental
She told me go with your heart, go with your heart
That's the place where the sunset

The Andromeda Strain

Shadow Gallery

Room V

2005

Lying by the dying flame, drifting off to sleep
She drops the black leather journal she's been clutching tight
She's a bioengineer, hazard level