Oh, the stars are aligning
Those stars, they do be shining
Boom, supernova
Soon the weak shall be mining
Dining, on the heavy metals
That flow, with the timing
Of which when I’ll stop rhyming
Then comes the storm
Thunder and lightning
X and Y, they’ll be fighting
To get from A to B
An uprising, to be set free
Sheer willpower, enough to cross a sea
All we need to do is find the damn key