Even the highest aperture Needs Ophira's love. She rides the rocket to the wormhole, Circumventing pa**ion of the black hole. Don't want to get s**ed in to that hole, Ophira's heading straight for the attack hole. [Chorus] Even the highest aperture Needs Ophira's love. Even the highest aperture Needs Ophira's love. Trying to avoid the singularity, Ophira sees the aperture with clarity. Engaging the conduit with parity, Drift into consumate insularity. [Chorus] [Repeat]