Mothership

You have found the monsters that make us wonder
Who has human skin?
The mistakes born
Make you so very happy
In a dog pile of great men

I tried my best
To make it home
And your services
I'll cut them off

Pull me out of the stairs
Oh, the truth

You have found the monsters that live inside
Those dust balloons on mars
Never mind the boring fortunate fathers
Processed in the morgues

Based in different houses that a ran a road
Between yours and mind
Feigning smiles in the vast echo of space
And biding all our time