The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets - Slave Ship

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Off in the distance rises up a mighty roar
I look around to see I’m not touching the floor
I’m just a pawn in ancient pan-galactic wars
To mine the Ether Ore is my eternal chore
Not here, not now, not any more
I’m tired and my head is sore
Asteroids live and breathe, and planets fall in love
Bat-beings groan and seem to fit you like a glove
Traverse Orion’s leg in the blink of an eye
Warm hands at dying suns and boiling midnight skies
No day or night, eternal vacuum hard and cold
I slave where time is growing old
Slave ship!
Slave ship, we’re on another run
Slave ship, we’re on another run
Slave ship, we’re on another run
Into the dying sun!