keep goin getting higher new worlds waiting in the sky escape the feasting and the hunger not the monsters in our minds got our hands on a ship and stole away into the night the four of us and pasha dear she to steer and we to fight fed up with rules and regulations no more laughter left on earth outer space our one salvation may god help us in our search we fled so fast that we grew younger put the ship on cruise control we all did our best with pasha but not as good as good ol joe in the night in black and white out of control when you re alone feed on themselves on the road to hell love never should have entered it was never in the plan we were finally going to have her and let joe be damned joe awoke from a stupor it was clear something was wrong he rushed in and found us with her and in his rage he aimed his gun one shot and it was over pasha smiled and then was gone 