Calling Spaceship: Damien Grief

Androids on morphine
System malfunctioning
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
Help me
I’m calling
I’m calling
One twelve nineteen ninety-two
If the parents knew how it would grow
A baby cries
A scared little child
Speaking in tongues
Illusions in gibberish
The pilot’s out of it What can we make of this?
Mouth I foam
I won’t go I won’t go Help me
I’m calling
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
Help me
I’m calling
I’m calling
Help me
I’m calling
I’m calling
Help me And I’m out here all alone (I'm calling)
In this hell that I call home
And I will pray (I'm calling)
When something wicked comes my way