LYRIC

[Verse 1] What a colossal navigational problem
I seem to be a vegetable
No power up packs or inventions of the same degree
I wish that I had worn a warmer jumper

[Chorus] Face on the floor, no coming back
I'm the creation old mate Frankenstein had
Dead end signals from head to feet
Blinking in morse code for a state of emergency
Commencing mission for face control
Some kind of upper would be optimal
Clear transmission to re-upload
They stated, MIA on Kepler 1

[Verse 2] Eight hours in and there's no sign I'll be touching down
Hopefully there's no need for therapy yet
I'll just fit in and be like everyone else
Stop all your thinking it's no good for your soul

[Chorus] Face on the floor, no coming back
I'm the creation old mate Frankenstein had
Dead end signals from head to feet
Blinking in morse code for a state of emergency
Commencing mission for face control
Some kind of upper would be optimal
Clear transmission to re-upload
They stated, MIA on Kepler 186F 186F 18

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