Third Planet

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart, I've got
this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
My boss just quit the job says he's going out to find blind
spots and he'll do it
The 3rd Planet is sure that they're being watched by an
eye in the sky that can't be stopped
When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that
eyes hand
Your heart felt good it was dripping pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me
Outside naked, shivering looking blue, from the cold
sunlight that's reflected off the moon
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
to be three and not just two
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end
A 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the
water, didn't know then was it a son was it a daughter
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and
another had been found another ocean on the planet
given that our blood is just like the Atlantic
And how
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
straight long enough you'll end up where you were

I hate this feeling. Mother and father are leaving each other, and they'll leave me to – I know it. Everything is falling to pieces, and no one believes anymore. There's no one for me anymore but mother, but soon she'll be leaving too. They're going to make her leave. My friends. We used to think that, didn't we?
I think… It's all my fault. It feels like I've screwed over my friends and I've made it into a kind of art. Marche – who stood up for me before – I had prosecuted because I'm such a chicken. I wish I could stand up for myself for once. I wish I could stop needing others to do it for me. I wish I could just get over myself and get brave and get rid of this stupid act, but I'm afraid. Everywhere there are eyes watching me, everywhere I go. They're in the sky, the walls and streets, and worst of all; they're in my mother's face.

"This is it." Ritz said. Marche looked up in surprise; her voice was so cold. He wondered how she could stay so calm at a time like this. Sometimes he thought that maybe she had a heart made of wood. But still she shivered in the cool wet grass of the early morning. She seemed almost blue, and otherworldly at the moment. He wished she would put her boots back on.
She moved suddenly, with jerky movements, making the shape of a ball in her hands and motioning throwing the imaginary ball at an invisible target, reminding him how, long ago, it was the three of them standing up to their enemies. How he used to think that the three of them would have been here, facing their problems together.
He never imagined something like this would happen.
They were the world, and its oceans. They lived on it, and it lived in them. Their blood was the oceans he thought, and said so. She smiled. 'And how.' she said, and laughed without knowing why.
They both knew what was coming, the dreams they were breaking. They knew that eventually, no matter what worlds they ran to, or how far, you always end up right where you started.