A hero's welcome.
The people in the streets,
Their cheers are deafening.

Without a sound,
Just lie there on the ground
It's not what I was expecting.


Something's amiss,
Their bodies lay lifeless.
Was all of this fruitless?

I was sent away
To save the human's fate.
It seems that I was too late.

Everything's quiet.
Seems there's no survivors.
Is anyone here not dead?

Where is this factory
That keeps on haunting me?
Or was it all in my head?

Did I dream up this doctor,
Who put me under,
Firing me into space?

Did I dream up the love of a father,
A reason to bother
Not ending my waste of space?

The hero discovers the factory as well as the doctor's journal that says:

You reaped what you sowed.
Their bodies pile up on the floor.
I hope that will make your dying wish.

So run while you can.
This plague it spreads across the land.
I hope that was your intention.
I hope that will make you understand

That I had a plan.
I could have saved this worthless land.
I hope that will eat your conscience dry.

So, while I die I write in this notebook,
Cause I know one day you'll return.
You'll wonder what happened.
Impatience happened,
Now the whole human race will burn.

We did it to ourselves,
The sun it never fell
And now it's too late to learn.

You must have found a place
Floating out in space.
You did it my son
And should have never returned.