In-Con Sequential Art
Wednesday
Mar112015

Penitent

 

Cryo-sleep to six miles deep
In the middle of a meteor my life to keep
Under lock and key they're jocking me
Get me away from Butcher Bay and opportunity is knocking free

Roommates move out, the incarcerated die
We shut for life, nothing new with this new guy
Wild eyes, those will dim, time will win
You’re damaging my calm; can’t escape, just give in

I'm a trigger finger flexin' nova son of a gun-slinger
You think it ends with this? Tell me another humdinger
Clipped-winger; my soul still burns
So long as liberty's a loss this lowlife never learns

There’s nothing to fear / but nothing itself
This place is a tomb / I’ve still got my health
And my mind / but your soul is dead
And you’re old with dread so be bold instead

Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'
Every moment as a sheep or one day as a lion
Gonna make a run for the shoulder of Orion
If I can't live free then I'm gonna die tryin'

Dreams are easily spoken, but harder to earn
Does your sleepily frozen gray matter still churn?
No atmosphere, we’re trapped in here
Don’t think I’ll confuse crazy for cavalier

Got crap for gear / locker room beta 3
The guards with the guns that gladly shoot me?
Easily, we disable their gravity synthetics
Overtake our opposition and our mission’s copasetic
Then what, survive the surface in an oxygen bubble?
Or skip the orbit when I override a Lambda-class shuttle
Words are wind / And I'm a man of action
Relax, this chaplain can manage any extraction

Only the foolish follow the mad, maybe the broken
But as those plans were whispered, I started choking
“Hope” The word itself was almost a stranger
You two can get reacquainted once we’ve dealt with the danger

Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'
Every moment as a sheep or one day as a lion
Gonna make a run for the shoulder of Orion
If I can't live free then I'm gonna die tryin'

Game time, exit execution
Put paid to parable and shiv the screws in retribution
Absolution; I'm the master of my purpose
Queue alertness as we break out onto the surface

Obtaining uniforms was easier than the eye
But the biometric scanners lit green as we passed by
No fight to the hanger, launch sequences a go
Silent look before the book, toward our freedom -- make it so
No go; 100 kilos too heavy
Quick stare -- he’s not prepared, I’m more than ready
Jettisoned, adrift, 30 minutes of air
He escaped this prison, I escaped despair

Never planned on a solo flight
Pilot into endless night, straight on ‘til starlight
Colony bound, all in your memory, my brother
Guess we both got our freedom, one way or another

Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'
Every moment as a sheep or one day as a lion
Gonna make a run for the shoulder of Orion
If I can't live free then I'm gonna die tryin'