Songtexte The Runway - Fyrce Muons

As they approach the red planet
Buun and his crew realize just how thick the atmosphere had become
This creates great storms of obscurity
And electron misappropriation over the whole planet
The crew becomes lost trying to land

It's up to who?
Give me that land
I choose this rudder
You mighty wise upon a rock
Caging us bitch and burnt
Minds plan similar to danger
Contains the hell that denies the last of freedom
Least of pain ride
I seek this moon of libertine
Where will I land

This vacant vestige
I'm coming down low on a stone
Cover of divine
Where will I land