Per aspera ad Astra

Looking up from an icy spot
 Praying for the re-birth of the sun
 If everything would explode
 Would you breathe in or out?
 Bring me a dog or a loaded gun
 I'm fed up with all the people around
 Most of them are to me
 Like crisp breadcrumbs in my bed
 And all I can say to you Is to fly with the riddle
 To touch the moon
 All I can say to you is try!
 Passive thinking, stuck in the game
 Souls hide in infected cells
 If everything would explode
 Would they breathe in or out?
 Stranded, deep in civilisation
 People I thought were like myself
 Have turned into what we all once said
 We hated so much
 And all I can say to you
 Is that fly with the riddle
 To touch the moon
 All I can say to you
 Is that I try