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]