The Golden Record

We sent our missives out into the dark
With hope that somehow we can overcome the odds
A bottled message cast into the stars
The intervening years have weighed upon our hearts
The powerless are empowered to fight the power
The endgame is the same as we reach the final hour
It's a minute to midnight and we're losing every second
As the war for hearts and minds is nearing its omega point

A soul holding out for relief
Hungry for hope
Reaching out for a dream
Desperate to know
If there's something out there to see
In the distance beyond the gloam
Something that holds the key

If there's anyone out there
Please - come and find us

In forty-something trips around the sun
Our problems grow with every year that passes on
Then something changed and we stopped looking up
Even though our survival depends on the universe above
We failed to follow up on the Gifts of Apollo
The excitement that inspires the will of human bravado
While perspective and maturity are both tough pills to swallow
We can wait in the night for an answer to our hollo

There's a storm rising up in the east
Hungry still for more
While another waits in the wings
It's happened here before
If there's something out there to dream
In the distance beyond the moors
Something that holds the key

If there's anyone out there
Please - come and find us

Way down in Lou'siana, down in New Orleans
We can keep our heads above water if we kick our feet
We've created our own bias, our own realities
Reinforced by confirmation, chambers echoing

We know deep down we believe
Fear is the god we know
And we're powerless in defeat
A system that purges slow
We all die eventually
With nothing left to show
And nothing left to see

If there's anyone out there
Please - come and find us