Sprocket from Hidden Driveway by Broken Cartridge

I want to leave. I want to get out of here.
And I cannot breathe; I’m stuck in this atmosphere.

Petrified by mutant space flies!

I’m running low on luck; I won’t make it out alive. (Alive!)
It’s sad to see such a vivid dream take a dive.

I’m falling down, to the ground, and make no sound.
The lies that I wear: “I will take you there.”

Petrified by mutant space flies!

I’m running low on luck; I won’t make it out alive. (Alive!)
It’s sad to see such a vivid dream take a dive.

Mayday! Mayday! MAYDAY!

Petrified by mutant space flies!
Blast there maggots who oppose me!

//Mission Log:

As previously said before, I continue to aimlessly float in
the empty vacuums of space. My oxygen tanks run low, and
there’s not a planet nearby. Just perfect…
Through the hell I’ve witnessed and endured,
I still managed to keep sane.
Knowing how they swarm and concur, there’s only
one thing to do:

ATTACK!

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