The Challenger - Intronaut

It’s the stench that hits you first

Then the provocative interior

Sound is mangled beyond all mention

With its source the object of confusion

Held together by saints alone

It’s our home.

It’s our home

This two ton beast devours gravel

Shelters us from the elements

The question always lingers

Will she prevail?

Never ending expanse of blue

It’s here we begin to sober

As we slip the surly bonds of earth

And touch the face of god…