Mayday, Mayday, Cuba, do you read me?Mayday, Mayday, Cuba, do you read me?This is Control Tower, Cuba.We have a visual on an unidentifiable object.Lower than the radar can detect.Flight deck on man, three inches down, one left.S-O-S-O-S-O-S-S-O-S-S-O-S-S-O-S-S-S-O-S-S-O-S-S-S-O-S-S-Save our souls, save our souls, save our souls, save our souls, save our souls.Save our souls!Save our souls!Amplifier, amplifier, amplifier Amplifier, amplifier, amplifierAmplifier, amplifier, amplifier Amplifier, amplifier, amplifierAmplifier feedback down the wire Flat line, baptism on fireWhen Earth bound, battle ground, physical matter broken downCellular meltdown, we just touch it through soundThe microphone possessed downloads it's consciousness Into my chest the symbiotics keep thoughI'm a humanoid, my thoughts are not my ownAnd now I'm voodoo cuckZero mega hardI'm so mad right nowThe vibration of the baseline disintegrates my systemBreak me down like enzymesMy bones break quickerMy blood got thicker and I listen to it rushShut my arteries, my organs go crockI'm waking up, my poop is semenBountifully upgraded, calibrated to the OThinking side around, a microphone, I converseBend over, a sense of trouble that I'm inTrying to reach a switchCan't hear that, it's originThe turntable is twistedOn the precipiceBurning broken bloodStained beaks all over thisBaseline drip like molassesThrough thisFood is back in track to murderI heard I would escapeBut I'm a humanoidThe sound of night has stolenPut it down onto his tapeLike the tablature's lockedLocked on the ark of the covenantAll scripture's lostLost to some government foulsTwo miles deepAnd you can see the secretThey call my beatsBeatsBeatsWar bearing endedThis better send itThe band's madeI'm riding like aEverybody get backThere's blood on the trackThere's a killer on the looseI hear him grinding his axeAnd on the groundIn a soundWith the organ in the backgroundDrowning out the streetsAs the highCombs downCowards fear is all they seeBeing stolenAnd they're polishedOut eightIn insaneTroopsAll assembledWith pastBut the partIslandDisc DENNISHeardEOVERHissethAroundGroundThose that 이걸Fallen hereI feel the cold steel needles into the cerebral cortexI stand possessed in the mic check frozen circuitBroken each spoken word stressedFeedback on each breathThe mic flex gets so tight round my neckIt wrecks me so before then rejectsThe last humanoid soul aspect that I once possessedAnd this is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkThis is just a mic checkHey!Song of the representative talkativeSong of the representative talkativeCyborgCyborgCyborgSong of the representative talkative