Galaxies of Cotton

As cold as stone,
As sweet as home,
The world has been forgotten.
It stands alone in the great big dome,
And stays there 'till it's rotten.
When the clouds come crashing down,
Like galaxies of cotton.
You'll stand alone in the great big dome,
And remember wars you fought in.
Up or down or on the ground,
And dimmer by the second.
They pile up tall in a great big ball,
Then crumble all to nothing.
Like a giant ball of crystal,
All it takes is one small pistol,
To put this universe to shame,
Then everyone will know your name.