[1]
Stardate 3040
Warpspeed to the new scenerio, where we roam
Our tiny planet was continuously shrouded in darkness
From greed and antarctic conquest
The final operation, based ideas and proposals
Involving privateers, serving low blows to constellation patrol
Just to overthrow and obtain supplies for the side that they ride for
Privateer raids on the core system while the whole planet under war conditions
Taking more victims
Then a mutiny taking over government control in attempts to secrue a new republic
What become of it?
Planet wide destruction
Constant weapon fire crushing any production
Of advancements of science
Technology to ease life difficulty
Every tax dollar went to sweat crime
Off the street but the law would cheat each time
So operations backfire deafeating the design
Seems like a leap in time, back to similar days
Where technological advances were minimal
Who ever survived were thrust into dimmer days
Every portion of the land decimated in a blaze
Law and order fractured
The star of the show was entertained but a bit afraid
[Hook]
It's the return, deltron zero and automator
It's like clockwork, it's just like clockwork
[2]
As I view a long stretch of sand dunes
And abandoned shacks and crack houses with rats out in the clear open
I see a few hopeful transinsts
Don't know what to do, it was out of our hands
Now we gotta pull straws, figure out a plan
I'm mobbing with a posse, a clan
A ragtag renegades, looking for liviving grenades
Live ammo, cus it's been on the stage
Cutthrout, corrupt folks
We see a woman get jumped
Those black pupils
No scruples
No rules so
Or so they first think
Ah socked two or three in the mouth
Without room to sock
Toss them in a trash compactor
Now they history
The woman was hysterical, in fits of grief
Yo miss, please calm down, they all gone now
Literally minced between pieces of leftover Chef Boyardee
Mixed with a couple of booty magazines
[Hook]
Final Frontier, desolates and
Burning Husk, word is government does
Not control anyway
The streets have the last say
That's not hard to see
More cars than trees
Or more like lumps of metal
Nuclear fallout
And sometimes blinds people, leaving them with no sight
No rights b*****s all day
For humans all day
Human
[?]
Anarachy flows through the alleyways
Little chance for my band, go tooth and nail
Can't nobody use it as well
It was discreetly
Neatly accomplished
Under our noses, but a few were still on the quest
No matter what situations we living in
[Hook]
Stardate 3040
Warpspeed to the new scenerio, where we roam
Our tiny planet was continuously shrouded in darkness
From greed and antarctic conquest
The final operation, based ideas and proposals
Involving privateers, serving low blows to constellation patrol
Just to overthrow and obtain supplies for the side that they ride for
Privateer raids on the core system while the whole planet under war conditions
Taking more victims
Then a mutiny taking over government control in attempts to secrue a new republic
What become of it?
Planet wide destruction
Constant weapon fire crushing any production
Of advancements of science
Technology to ease life difficulty
Every tax dollar went to sweat crime
Off the street but the law would cheat each time
So operations backfire deafeating the design
Seems like a leap in time, back to similar days
Where technological advances were minimal
Who ever survived were thrust into dimmer days
Every portion of the land decimated in a blaze
Law and order fractured
The star of the show was entertained but a bit afraid
[Hook]
It's the return, deltron zero and automator
It's like clockwork, it's just like clockwork
[2]
As I view a long stretch of sand dunes
And abandoned shacks and crack houses with rats out in the clear open
I see a few hopeful transinsts
Don't know what to do, it was out of our hands
Now we gotta pull straws, figure out a plan
I'm mobbing with a posse, a clan
A ragtag renegades, looking for liviving grenades
Live ammo, cus it's been on the stage
Cutthrout, corrupt folks
We see a woman get jumped
Those black pupils
No scruples
No rules so
Or so they first think
Ah socked two or three in the mouth
Without room to sock
Toss them in a trash compactor
Now they history
The woman was hysterical, in fits of grief
Yo miss, please calm down, they all gone now
Literally minced between pieces of leftover Chef Boyardee
Mixed with a couple of booty magazines
[Hook]
Final Frontier, desolates and
Burning Husk, word is government does
Not control anyway
The streets have the last say
That's not hard to see
More cars than trees
Or more like lumps of metal
Nuclear fallout
And sometimes blinds people, leaving them with no sight
No rights b*****s all day
For humans all day
Human
[?]
Anarachy flows through the alleyways
Little chance for my band, go tooth and nail
Can't nobody use it as well
It was discreetly
Neatly accomplished
Under our noses, but a few were still on the quest
No matter what situations we living in
[Hook]