The spheres in motion wrapped around collapsing stars Immortal hands and eyes are framed in fearful scars The mystery of living, breathing, dying hard My name and occupation tattooed on my face The stars my destiny, deep space my dwelling place Delirious and rotting, where's my saving grace The stars burn bright In the forest of night But what mortal hands and eyes will I see there? I'm locked behind bars On the gateway to Mars But when all the stars expire will I still be here? I'll set the villages and colonies aflame The bards of history had best forget my name Deliriously plotting, Nomad is my fame