First World Warrior

To be born in a place of silence
At the end of a telescope
Keep dreaming of a land of science
I put no suffering in your horoscope
There ain't nobody with a claim to kindness
You search forever but you never find it
The house is breaking but the land is timeless
There is no pain when there is no hope
I can apologize, but I will not change
I have the stomach, I don't have no gut
Stay on the other side
So wicked and strange
I will look but I will never touch
Stay on the other side