Megaton (Dalek Remix)
Nonsense in sentence spoke backwrds
Tired of cowards.
Worldview soured by hypocritical cynics
Listen to my lyrics before discounting validity
You never been no kin to me
I see through your papier-mache mask so clearly
Yes, fear me.
You never seen this thought pattern,
Though my gear may appear tattered,
Your whole way of life i plan to shatter
Sick of sub-species brain matter controlling airwaves
Weak-minded walk brainwashed in haze
I pray for the last days.
I disintegrate visual plain, battlefield to remain in mental
Your attempts to rhyme are inconsequential
I met you halfway and remain empty-handed
Never forgot that the beast is branded
I communicate to ancients in sanskrit
Elicit use of drums to conjure a false god
I move herds of these so-called mc's with cattle prods
So now i sob for my corpse-culture
Nicely packaged for the corporate vultures
You call me vulgar but i'm just a shadow of society,
Not your commodity.
Peace to the last true: oddateee,
Let us wander aimlessly,
My idols sell their asses shamelessly.
I pray for the day of the megaton.