(Loss in the Mumbling Debris)

Space miner, would you you mine her the Finer things you dithered and got mired over? Seeping to the bottom of my lamely tumbling vessel (Perforated shell) I never thought dying would be this clumsy (Mumbling debris) Held like a hostage by the Newtons pulling down on my body But at least I got to feel found Hey Tell me the truth Are you out? Hey Tell me the truth Are you out? Hey Tell me the truth Are you out? Hey Tell me the truth Are you out? Hey Tell me the truth Are you out? Hey Tell me the truth Are you out? (Hey Tell me the truth Are you out?)