Smoke Break
I came back to my home planet!
But I kind of wish I hadn't.
Every specimen worth saving in this
place is sharing space with terrifying things!
Terrifying things!
These aren't the humans I remember.
They've been replaced by something vague and unfamiliar.
Their hollowed eyes speak volumes.
From cavern the chasm, digging tombs for trespassers.
If this sector has a God, it's on a smoke break.
Sucking down the poison and blowing it back in our face.
Cut the power, close the hatches, put all the shields up.
Hungry mosquitoes and clergy approach, keep the seals up.
I see we're well past dialogue, between the acid spit and armaments
We fucking get it, you're unhappy to see us.
So get our guns, get our helmets, get the sample and exit
Before we're skewered and prepared for their leader's breakfast.
From the moment we descended,
We had every tooth and tongue's attention.
Every treasure worth extracting in this place has been consumed
And now they want us too! And now they want us too!
These aren't the humans I remember.
They've been replaced by something sick and full of anger.
Their mournful cries sing a thousand words.
From suburb to tundra, the damage cannot be undone.
If this planet has a God, it's on a holiday.
Neglecting its duties as usual. Typical deity.
Cut the power, close the hatches, put all the shields up.
Coronavirus and congress approach, keep the seals up.
I see we're well past dialogue,
between the kevlar and infected blankets
We get it, you're unhappy to see us.
So get our guns, get our face masks, get the good and get lost
Before we're discovered, scapegoated and hung from a steel cross.
If this sector has a God, it's on a smoke break.
Sucking down the poison and blowing it back in our face.
Cut the power, close the hatches, put all the shields up.
Hungry mosquitoes and clergy approach, keep the seals up.
I see we're well past dialogue, between the acid spit and armaments
We fucking get it, you're unhappy to see us.
So get our guns, get our helmets, get the sample and exit
Before we're skewered and prepared for their leader's breakfast.
If this planet has a God, it's on a holiday.
Neglecting its duties as usual. Typical deity.
Cut the power, close the hatches, put all the shields up.
Coronavirus and congress approach, keep the seals up.
I see we're well past dialogue,
between the kevlar and infected blankets
We get it, you're unhappy to see us.
So get our guns, get our face masks, get the good and get lost
Before we're discovered, scapegoated and hung from a steel cross.
But I kind of wish I hadn't.
Every specimen worth saving in this
place is sharing space with terrifying things!
Terrifying things!
These aren't the humans I remember.
They've been replaced by something vague and unfamiliar.
Their hollowed eyes speak volumes.
From cavern the chasm, digging tombs for trespassers.
If this sector has a God, it's on a smoke break.
Sucking down the poison and blowing it back in our face.
Cut the power, close the hatches, put all the shields up.
Hungry mosquitoes and clergy approach, keep the seals up.
I see we're well past dialogue, between the acid spit and armaments
We fucking get it, you're unhappy to see us.
So get our guns, get our helmets, get the sample and exit
Before we're skewered and prepared for their leader's breakfast.
From the moment we descended,
We had every tooth and tongue's attention.
Every treasure worth extracting in this place has been consumed
And now they want us too! And now they want us too!
These aren't the humans I remember.
They've been replaced by something sick and full of anger.
Their mournful cries sing a thousand words.
From suburb to tundra, the damage cannot be undone.
If this planet has a God, it's on a holiday.
Neglecting its duties as usual. Typical deity.
Cut the power, close the hatches, put all the shields up.
Coronavirus and congress approach, keep the seals up.
I see we're well past dialogue,
between the kevlar and infected blankets
We get it, you're unhappy to see us.
So get our guns, get our face masks, get the good and get lost
Before we're discovered, scapegoated and hung from a steel cross.
If this sector has a God, it's on a smoke break.
Sucking down the poison and blowing it back in our face.
Cut the power, close the hatches, put all the shields up.
Hungry mosquitoes and clergy approach, keep the seals up.
I see we're well past dialogue, between the acid spit and armaments
We fucking get it, you're unhappy to see us.
So get our guns, get our helmets, get the sample and exit
Before we're skewered and prepared for their leader's breakfast.
If this planet has a God, it's on a holiday.
Neglecting its duties as usual. Typical deity.
Cut the power, close the hatches, put all the shields up.
Coronavirus and congress approach, keep the seals up.
I see we're well past dialogue,
between the kevlar and infected blankets
We get it, you're unhappy to see us.
So get our guns, get our face masks, get the good and get lost
Before we're discovered, scapegoated and hung from a steel cross.
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Robert Banas, James George David Iii, Thomas Edward Fleury, Tony Joseph Miller
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