A beacon of hope; a spectacle of truth. I heard a voice come clear across the waves. Distorted by the distance between receivers and the source. In between—the mystery of space.
There was something about her that just could not be explained. A cryptic origin stood so profound.
This ship will sail into oblivion. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," said a wise man before he was stripped from the history books. We can get out and explore what lies beyond our solar system. Who knows what resides there? It could be the answers we've been searching for.
And if I could save you, we'd be the heroes of our own time. For every man's got his vices; mine are damsels in distress and cash rewards. We're all searching for a means to our existence. And in return, all you got to take back is your life. Don't give up in stride.
It is a place where few men go and none return. They call it the vacuum of space. This mission is as reckless as it is daring—just my style baby. The price of fame is tribulation, and I won't be afraid.
And if I could save you, we'd be the heroes of our own time. For every man's got his vices; mine are damsels in distress and fucking ca$h rewards. We're all searching for a means to our existence. And in return, all I'd ever ask for is your life. Don't give up in stride.
Nothing ventured is nothing gained. There's a way that we can make it to the void. There's a way.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
