(Ha ha ha ha welcome to your doom

In this age of psychological warfare)

While you eat colors

And taste the smell

Once again you wake up crying born in hell

My perception of the worlds like the cell

Writing your will with a pen thrown in a well

I fell victim to the same shit

The future of man people living on spaceships

The aliens came and humans got they ass whipped

Only the beginning you bragging bout your phones chipped

Register your head in a box with your skin chips

Clones thinking their conceptions immaculate

I’m shining gigawatts on your shadow government

Praying the planets are aligned with the covenant

Playing the game

Hating to love it

Physically you like a MP (MPC)

They be pushing your buttons

The messiahs already here

They think that it’s coming

Under a scope

A target for the bullets that’s coming

The view from the galaxy

The Earth is a Death Star

Like the Manhattan project that went too far