"...The trip will only take 22 years, thanks to a recent breakthrough in space technology... The sole passenger aboard the Saskia Mission, is Abel Freeman..."

This is the last salvation I've been raised to believe I'm the saviour of man On a mission of human survival In the face of certain death I'm the chosen one This is not my cross to bear It has been placed on my back because I'm weak A fading memory of what I used to be No Funeral No Eulogy As I reach the surface I am reminded of my birth I transcend reality A wave of light washes over my body That awakens my imagination Goodbye cruel world You've not been kind... The horizon speaks of disbelief, confusion, pain and sorrow.

Choke on the fumes of your flesh as you burn From dust you were born, and to dust you will return This world is infected with a rotting disease, and its us... Humans are cancer And just like any host, the Earths mission is to rid itself of cancer This apocalypse was our own doing We took for granted every single age We've been so concerned we're going to Hell That we've created Hell on Earth And now we're suffering the consequence The seas will consume the borders The plates will quake the Earth The Earth begins to rise in a spew of ash and lava Pyroclastic flows wipe out surrounding cities Everyone dies This worlds infected with a rotting disease The hand of the man is the hand that brought the man to his knees Everyone dies to their dismay The price of our lives is the price that we pay I will not die I'll be burnt alive ...alive Now that you know you're dead I hope it was worth it, 'cause theres nothing left From dust you were born, and to dust you will return Choke on the fumes of your flesh as you burn

Abel Freeman: "Canberra, this is Mission Saskia. I have disengaged from Cryosleep, and my vitals are normal... Canberra, this is Mission Saskia, do you read? Commander Wells, this is Abel Freeman. do you read? Thats odd. Washington, I think Canberra is having a problem with their signal... Washington, do you read? Where is everyone?" Abel Freeman: "The date is the 13th of August 2034, its been 5 days since reanimation and still no contact from Earth... Could it be satellite interference?" Abel Freeman: "The date is the 1st of November 2034, its been 3 months since reanimation. I don't think satellite interference would last this long. There must be something wrong with the receivers". Abel Freeman: "Canberra, if you can hear me. I will enter the constellation of Scorpius in approximately 3 days". Abel Freeman: "I have entered Scorpius, and I am shutting of light speed... Not that anyone cares". Abel Freeman: "This solar system is absolutely magnificent. I can't describe how beautiful this is... Its a little bitter sweet though, I can't re..." (Foreign static) Abel Freeman: "...what? Hello? Hello, this Abel Freeman, do you read?". Unknown Voice: "Hello... me?" Abel Freeman: "Hello?" Unknown Voice: "Can you hear me Abel?" Abel Freeman: "Yes! Yes I hear you loud and clear, who is this?". General Hamilton: "Abel this is General Hamilton" Abel Freeman: "General Hamilton, where are you reporting from? I'm not getting any signal from Canberra". General Hamilton: "Abel... Canberra's been destroyed... I don't know how to tell you this. Earth suffered an armageddon on November 25th 2016". Abel Freeman: "November 25th... Thats the day I departed". General Hamilton: "You got away just in time Abel... Everyone's dead". Abel Freeman: "What about my family? My brother? Sure...surely somebody..." General Hamilton: "I'm sorry Abel, theres just no way. There was no warning. There was nowhere for anyone to go. I lost a lot of men... I lost my own family. I didn't have time to get them to shelter. I've seen some terrible things. I know it may not seem it right now, but... you're lucky Abel... You're lucky you got away..."

As I approach, I am not afraid of death A fated sigh will make for my final breath Im so alone But not just here in space Not just in my home Theres no one left to save My bloodline ends with me

Im going blind as the sun is beading down on my face Because I sleep with one eye open, one foot in the grave Theres sand in my pockets, theres a knife in my back But it keeps me on my toes when everyone else is on their knees This trail weaves through the broken and the dead Stitching a timeline patchwork quilt With blood in every woven thread The faded pictures are unravelling and fraid Save the words, fuck the stone As if you'll be remembered when you Wear your scars on your sleeve As a badge of dishonour My hands are always cold They hold so much regret Guiding this symphoy Conductor of Death ...Orchestrate Orchestrate revolution Use your body And use your diligence You'll be the best and worst the world has ever seen Cain: "Do you want to live? Do you want to be free?". Freedom Cain: "Before you leave here today, you must dig you own grave for nobody else will do it for you". No one digs your grave Cain: "If this is the path you choose, you carve your own way, and when the question comes, you'll answer with your fucking lives". General Hamilton: "Abel, we've found your brother... He's alive". We are the rats, circulating underneath, unseen Like whispers in the night We breath black plague In symphony Conductor of death, orchestrate the rats

Abel Freeman: "General, I'm approaching 667Cc. I will enter its orbit in approximately 1 minute and 30 seconds... General... General, do you copy? Shit! I've lost power... General, if you can hear me, I'm bracing for landing. It's gonna be a fucking bumpy ride".

Powerless, I hurtle through the dark The rumble of this ship mirrors my shaking hands As I clench And squirm in fear I break through the clouds... Look out there In the distance, a familiar sight... A fucking city skyline There is life Fuck This is the last salvation In the face of certain death Im the chosen one Humanoid Being: "You should not have come back...".