Mechanavigation

We are the filth that blows our senses
We are looking for a place for do in it as they did on earth

Floating, recently awake
Lost the gravity, feel the zero space
The warmness of sunshine, caress my skin
There aren't yesterday in the memory of the space

We are the kings made of ice
We are looking for a place

Floating in this room, memory remains me
We lost our homes, we burned our place

The warmness of sunshine, caress my skin
There aren't yesterday in the memory of the space

We are the kings made of ice
We are looking for a place