Blue Dot

[Verse 1]
As an atom, a possibility
Am I constructive, destructive energy?
In my feelings, structures that I keep
Imagination kicks me in the knee

[Verse 2]
In a clean room, modifying parts
Pretending, out here playing God
On a tightrope, clutching parasol
Already pondering the chances of a fall

[Verse 3]
On a bender, a secret that I keep
Another sunrise, disgusting and sweet
On an island poking, out the blue
In a cruel world, contemplating pain
On a small blue dot circling a star