[Verse 1: Del the Funky Homosapien]

Invaders are descending

If it goes down, it's up to us to stop entry

This is the last chance to form an alignment

And shorten the distance to the plan

Wish we had a fortune teller

Crystal ball in hand

Cause can't see in the dark

Not even retina scan

Deep in the future, we take ahold of the prospects

Of the toxin of foreign objects

Boarding problems, we got to get over

This affects the whole, we can't split soldiers

The last remaining

If wе stop fighting each other, we might actually savе it

It's difficult when we're all apart to make it easier

The enemy invited us all

Now if we stop the bickering

We get double-crossed by a tract of trickery

[Interlude]

(The countdown)

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

[Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien]

The countdown, almost down to 0

Lost everything just to find a hero

Gained insight but still blind to hear though

Galaxies away but our fate is real close

Puzzling arrangement, got to put the pieces back

Double-check everything, it could be a trap

The natural order preserves, so at last

They dominate the resources, feed off it

Then twenty thousand years, they keep walking

Then watch the rest seen to eclipse

Technology at their fingertips

Or attempt to escape red tapes

Stick your nose in everybody's debate

Join the force and every monty's afraid

No need to be, you're welcome to join them

Follow the rules and regulations employed then

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]

Robots stand guard

Whoever got the capitol, they sellin' em off

They kick back, living large off of Mars

But the larger they are, the larger the barrage

Full of folks from the underbelly

Freedom is valued more than anything they sell me

Blow em back, they got foes that attack

Loaded strap, focus the blast

Banded together, we see the doom

Creeping through, make em play a different tune

Musical chairs, which are teams of pairs

Or a malicious intent to emit how much we care

No, not a lot, to be free gotta think out the box

Outline a plot, use cunning, or be shot

Space we continue to fight on

And right the wrongs

Just to keep the lights on