Calling Spaceship: Damien Grief

Androids on morphine
System malfuntioning
In space I float
I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost
Major Tom is dead
He put a gun to his head
And so it seemed
His blood boiling

One twelve nineteen ninety-two
If the parents knew how it would grow
A baby cries
A scared little child

Speaking in tongues
Illusion in gibberish
The pilots out of it
What can you make of this

Mouth I foam
I won't go, I won't go
Help me
I'm calling

And I'm out here all alone
In this hell that I call home
And I will pray
When something wicked comes my way