Somebody get on the ansible
Put in a call to the admiral but
The fleet will never get here in time
Not one of us will see the sun come up Before they rip and tear it down and turn it all to dust
We broke a hole in space and time Can't face the verdict we will find
And we will pay our all our foolishness and with our very lives
All hands to your battlestations
Soon we will all be overrun
They're pouring in
The fleet is burning and I never thought I'd die here up among the planets turning
With no one to mourn our loss they're disconnected
From the cost of waging war for all our idealistic bobble-headed flaws
All hands to your battlestations
Soon we will all be overrun
Is this the last time? Is this all for naught?
All hands to your battlestations
Soon we will all be overrun
All hands to your battlestations
Soon we will all be overrun