Bishop

Think ye not of
 Earthen autumn things
 On your lonesome
 To a neighbor bring
 Any dream that keeps you from sleeping well
 Be it Hell
 Or if it be glory
 Maranatha
 Science Fiction King
 We come after, yes
 In a rocket bring
 We ourselves & naught else, save cosmic
 Lust
 This frontier must
 Greater commission be!
 ANON
 Heal me by degrees
 Heal me by degrees
 Fear is founded, be thou grounded
 Heal me by degrees
 Dost thou not feel fed?
 Manage tempest, sing!
 From a space ship bed
 Manna, blest, our voyage brings
 Hallelujah, praise every star crossed
 Kid
 Try, We all did
 C'mon darkness calls
 ANON
 Heal me by degrees
 Heal me by degrees
 Fear is founded, be thou grounded
 Heal me by degrees
 Heal me by degrees