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, amplifier
Amplifier, amplifier, amplifier Amplifier, amplifier, amplifier
Amplifier feedback down the wire Flat line, baptism on fire
When Earth bound, battle ground, physical matter broken down
Cellular meltdown, we just touch it through sound
The microphone possessed downloads it's consciousness Into my chest the symbiotics keep though
I'm a humanoid, my thoughts are not my own
And now I'm voodoo cuck
Zero mega hard
I'm so mad right now
The vibration of the baseline disintegrates my system
Break me down like enzymes
My bones break quicker
My blood got thicker and I listen to it rush
Shut my arteries, my organs go crock
I'm waking up, my poop is semen
Bountifully upgraded, calibrated to the O
Thinking side around, a microphone, I converse
Bend over, a sense of trouble that I'm in
Trying to reach a switch
Can't hear that, it's origin
The turntable is twisted
On the precipice
Burning broken blood
Stained beaks all over this
Baseline drip like molasses
Through this
Food is back in track to murder
I heard I would escape
But I'm a humanoid
The sound of night has stolen
Put it down onto his tape
Like the tablature's locked
Locked on the ark of the covenant
All scripture's lost
Lost to some government fouls
Two miles deep
And you can see the secret
They call my beats
Beats
Beats
War bearing ended
This better send it
The band's made
I'm riding like a
Everybody get back
There's blood on the track
There's a killer on the loose
I hear him grinding his axe
And on the ground
In a sound
With the organ in the background
Drowning out the streets
As the high
Combs down
Cowards fear is all they see
Being stolen

And they're polished
Out eight
In insane




Troops
All assembled
With past
But the part



Island
Disc DENNIS
Heard

EOVER

Hisseth
Around
Ground
Those that 이걸
Fallen here
I feel the cold steel needles into the cerebral cortex
I stand possessed in the mic check frozen circuit
Broken each spoken word stressed
Feedback on each breath
The mic flex gets so tight round my neck
It wrecks me so before then rejects
The last humanoid soul aspect that I once possessed
And this is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check

This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
This is just a mic check
Hey!
Song of the representative talkative
Song of the representative talkative
Cyborg
Cyborg
Cyborg
Song of the representative talkative