guess the stars know who should be on my team, know who should
be shooting for me, out of orbit from my galaxy.
Dang’rous and distressed aura, believe my Midwest flora
can no longer be weeds born from sick soil so
fire up the rockets and launch into dark. A-
lign this whole vessel, I’m ready to start in
(10) this universe (seven) inside ev’ry verse
(five) I can be the sun (three) I can be the