They traded possibility for obedience,
imagination for idolatry,
and the infinite universe
for an orange, whining space tyrant called
Mother Brain Trump.
They traded possibility for obedience,
imagination for idolatry,
and the infinite universe
for an orange, whining space tyrant called
Mother Brain Trump.
laughed in nebulae,
and tasted freedom in every gravity wave.
They could’ve soared.
They could’ve changed the cosmos.
They could’ve done a thousand unimaginable things.
laughed in nebulae,
and tasted freedom in every gravity wave.
They could’ve soared.
They could’ve changed the cosmos.
They could’ve done a thousand unimaginable things.
They dropped their blasters, bowed their heads,
and worshiped their orange knock-off king:
Mother Brain Trump.
They dropped their blasters, bowed their heads,
and worshiped their orange knock-off king:
Mother Brain Trump.
They traded possibility for obedience,
imagination for idolatry,
and the infinite universe
for an orange, whining space tyrant called
Mother Brain Trump.
They traded possibility for obedience,
imagination for idolatry,
and the infinite universe
for an orange, whining space tyrant called
Mother Brain Trump.
They could’ve changed the cosmos.
They could’ve done a thousand unimaginable things.
They could’ve changed the cosmos.
They could’ve done a thousand unimaginable things.
They dropped their blasters, bowed their heads,
and worshiped their orange knock-off king:
Mother Brain Trump.
Once, the MAGA Space Pirates could have danced among comets,
laughed in nebulae,
and tasted freedom in every gravity wave.
They dropped their blasters, bowed their heads,
and worshiped their orange knock-off king:
Mother Brain Trump.
Once, the MAGA Space Pirates could have danced among comets,
laughed in nebulae,
and tasted freedom in every gravity wave.
They traded possibility for obedience,
imagination for idolatry,
and the infinite universe
for an orange, whining space tyrant called
Mother Brain Trump.
They traded possibility for obedience,
imagination for idolatry,
and the infinite universe
for an orange, whining space tyrant called
Mother Brain Trump.
laughed in nebulae,
and tasted freedom in every gravity wave.
They could’ve soared.
They could’ve changed the cosmos.
They could’ve done a thousand unimaginable things.
laughed in nebulae,
and tasted freedom in every gravity wave.
They could’ve soared.
They could’ve changed the cosmos.
They could’ve done a thousand unimaginable things.