Little Blue Box

Little Blue Box

Was a typical day, till the sky went grey
Run away from the coming doomsday
Monsters, freaks, aliens, melee
Random geeks in some high-budget cosplay
Now that's the shit that's right in front of my eyes
Am I off my meds, that would explain why
No lie, see a guy and he's dripping with disguise
Eternity of pain hidden deep behind his eyes
An outstretched hand says I think you better run
Better than getting hit with the space machine guns
Up in the sky there's a burned-out sun
Pit in my stomach saying something new's begun
Says he got this thing called a sonic screwdriver
Looks more like M.I.B.'s neuralyzer
It kind of fits in, I can tell he's alien
I see that wicked grin; I know we're doing it again



Credits
Writer(s): James Klucharits Ii
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