Astral Voyager 69

We see the sings of doom, the beginning of the last aeon. We run ourselves down and die from diseases unknown. We hide from the ozoneless sky and watch them fry / We gather under the brown moon, step inside the salvation. We launch our last one, our last hope, astral voyager 69 / We stare off into space, observe the great vastness. We set our course and travel for all those lightyears. We land on our new planet, blind our eyes in silver sunlight. We sleep under the two moons, wake up with the misty dawn. We walk through the ashgray lawn, swim in oily ocean.