Alexander Chen ft. Blue Sky Black Death - Carl Sagan

I’m not in pictures that your parents took I’m not described in your stack of holy books I wasn’t born in your seven days I’m not the monster your fathers made Can’t break my bones if you can’t pronounce my name I’ll elude what your top thinkers might conceive Your “wanted” sketch doesn’t resemble me I wasn’t born in your family tree I don’t want blood or your charity You won’t believe that your maker thought up me Your common cold is my trojan horse defeat And my fine cuisine is your world catastrophe I might be dormant on your ocean floor Or in the margins of error you ignore You can’t survive in the class of air I breathe