On this mound of rock that we call home,
We find reason to care, cut or maim.
But from this altitude, it still appears the same.

Frontiers or Destruction, it’s Up to us.

For eons we’ve looked to the constellations
To determine, to explore our Plan.
Our master encode us, Sirius show us,
The light from sky to land.

Frontier’s or Destruction, it’s Up to us.

“... Tranquility base here, the Eagle has landed,
We were starting to get blue in the face here,
thanks a lot”

Frontiers or Destruction, it’s Up to us