Mars

Some say
There's a meaning to everything
Some say
That we're lucky to be in the ring
Some say
We're on a highway to hell and there's no hope
Some say
That the future is ours and it's no joke
Eyes in the night sky
So many questions
Don't have the answers
How will we learn our lessons?
Is there a right side?
History wants us
Is this the joyride?
Our reason to be?
Are we going to Mars?
Are we going to Mars?
Mayday
There's a planet in panic and pain
Mayday
Are we checking our losses and gains?
Eyes on the night sky (for eons)
So many questions (for eons)
Don't have the answers
When will we learn our lessons?
Is there a right side (to be on?)
History wants us (to be on?)
Some kind of joyride
Come down to Earth now
Are we going to Mars?
Are we going to Mars?
Are we going to Mars?
Are we going to Mars?
If we can get it together before Armageddon
We could engineer God but take a second
When Nietzsche said He was dead, did we really lose touch?
As we kill a blue ball for the red one
Piecing together a puzzle like a pack of dogs
Turning circles like a merry-go-round, merry-
Go-round, merry-go-round
Are we going?
Are we going?