I'm flying high through the sky,

past the moon and into a guessing game.

And I'm thinking how small the world seems now.

Things fly by, but only consequence,

seems to pass me by.

I am so small, so is my misery.



I'm getting away from this word.

I'm flying as high as I can.



The oxygen sets diamonds in my mind.

The missionary screams murder through my blood.

The pirate's treasure seems closer still somehow.

Another galaxy flies by. I never seem to touch them.

I wonter why,

I am so small, so is my misery.



I'm getting away from this word.

I'm flying as high as I can.



This nightmare screams in my sleep at night.

A sound sweet poerty in my ear, death looms,

up to greet me, open arms and open wide.

A deep black hole sucks me closer and closer.

Until I hit the sun.

I am so small, and so is my misery