Lletres: Smog. Accumulation None. Astronaut.

I feel like an astronaut
Suffocating on the moon
So far from home
Encased in this plastic dome
I can barely see the earth from here
I cut my tether willingly
'Til i realise it's killing me
But something always saves my life
Wish i knew it's name
I should never be an explorer
Makes me sick