Our glowing bones attract the dying soul
Our Mars-shaped eyes distort the space-time mold
We're made of pure electric dust [chorus]
The spacemen, the spacemen
The spacemen are all on fire
The spacemen, the spacemen
The spacemen are all on fire Their frozen faces stare at floating blurs
As a darkness covers eyes Our soft white blood creates the stars at night
Our silver lips invent the thoughts of minds
We're made of pure electric dust [chorus] We pity love outside of skin and blood
As a darkness covers lives Futures k** us
Futures forget Our ships will always float on x2 [chorus]