But I don't trust Mr.Hart

But I trust Mr.Hart more than Mr.Vaughn

But he's dead as me

But it's more alive than an engineer

But it's less alive than a crate

But it didn't return my hello

But I didn't want to say hello

I wish it didn't return my hello

But he trust me more than ghosts

But Mr.Bernard returned my hello instead

I'm sure A company isn't human

Biodomes never fails to test me.

I couldn't return its gaze

It feels right in space travel

All computer voices sounds more soothing than her

Sometimes I feel I don't return back

Heur, Heur

New emptiness to fight with

One way ticket only

Darkness is her nicky name

I came his crimes

Check another station

It might not be there though

His body was sandy blended well with the desert

If only wind return him back

Better luck next time

Some planets don't want to be explored

They shrinked her bio-cells