The chorus of an unfinished epic metal ballad:

I see it on your face:
The pain of a lifetime,
100 lifetimes of you.

This never-ending race,
Impossible to disregard;
All you've heard is true.

The confines of this place
Are rather strange,
A certain settlement of doom.

This planetary phase
It cannot last.
"Hey kid. You wanna cigarette?"

"No thanks! I/m already hooked on Fonicks!"