Breathe, breathe in the recycled air.
Don't be afraid to stare,
Leave the map, but don't leave the server,
Look around and choose your own clown (to pvp),
For short you live and low you fly,
And drones you'll give and plasma you'll cry,
And all you touch and all you see,
Is all your ship will ever be,
Run, feddie, run,
Dig that black hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the mission is over,
Don't sit down it's time to fly another one,
For short you live and low you fly,
But only if you stay alive,
And balanced on the biggest PPD wave,
You race towards an early grave