My family is full of heroes
Decades of toil
Broken hearts, tired joints
Their pride brought me here
Now they are hidden behind the stars
At the edge of the Milky Way
They are forgotten, but they speak
Through the pen in my hand
And they carried me to here
I will return fire
If I can take you there
I will preserve the fire
In a song for our elite
Through fifty-seven channels
Satellites in a ring
One hundred upper-class poets
Cannot give me anything
I have run for a lifetime now
I ran to stand still
In search of a miracle
When it's right next to me
Now that I am awake, I am free
I will return fire
If I can take you there
I will preserve the fire
In a song for our elite
I will return fire
If I can take you there
I will preserve the fire
In a song for our elite
A song for our elite
A song for our elite
Here is a song for our elite