laika's return

the underdogs are sent to outerspace
to orbit around and float around
as if we were given some sense of purpose or place

the underdogs are shot across the universe
to wander around and fly around
as if we did not know the circumstances were adverse

and we converse in the waiting room
and we sing and verse
about what is ahead of us

and one by one we are fed to the stars
and everyday they wanna send us a little too far
and we burn and we burn and we become dust
because in science they trust

the underdogs are supernovas in the skies
we shine so bright
then our light dies

we become what we have always been
we become what we've always been told
we are the sons of laika
we are the whoresons of this world

we join laika in her mysery and glory
we become a part of an old stupid story
people don't get sick of telling

they only wanna know about science
to them everything down there is pure silence
they can't hear all the yelling

we go up and we turn out to be the supernovas in the skies
we shine so warm and bright
until our light dies

and as our bodies burn
our ashes are gathered for laika's return