That Brahmatron Song

I was born on the precipice

Born into retrograde

In the bleak distant future of my mind is orbital decay

I was born a son of famine

Born into the knee of the curve

Caught in a grip so foreign, that I'm wonderin' if it's a phantom Earth

Now I'm livin' in a toxic nightmare warhead ball

(Hanging by two-thirds of a thread)

One hand hovers over it with nail scissors

(That is all it takes)

Baby please don't listen out for sacred octaves

'Cause if it falls, it falls on deaf ears

And all you will feel is a white-hot mess

I wouldn't say it's a God's kinda music, that we can listen to

It's that brahmatron song

You know we've been singin' it all along

Not a God's kinda music

I wanna dance around the pit of the truth

Singin' brahmatrons song

Just another level gone

This is the year of the reboot, the sequel

The satellite dish is servin' up 12 kinds of evil

Year of the television fizz turnin' me off

Well it don't add up, guess I gotta do some math again

See if the bull has reigns

Cause in the bleak distant future of my mind, lambs reach killing weight

Oh the sounds they make

I wouldn't say it's a God's kinda music, that we can listen to

It's that brahmatron song

You know we've been singin' it all along

Not a God's kinda music

I wanna dance around the pit of the truth

Singin' brahmatrons song

Just another level gone

Baby tell me what you hear down there

Even silence whispers cold, ringing out between the words

I wouldn't say it's a God's kinda music, that we can listen to

It's that brahmatron song

You know we've been singin' it all along

Not a God's kinda music

I wanna dance around the pit of the truth

Singin' brahmatrons song

Just another level gone, it's gone

Now if the void starts flickerin'

We gotta show just a little bit of grace

There ain't no power, savin' our souls now

Brahmatron yawns at you (na na na na na na na)

Brahmatron yawns at me, too

Plenty of drugs

Dominion over animals

Children of dogs, and skin deep cannibals

Sip from the font, lap it up! You're just rugs!

Taste the placenta of miss nightingale

While she sutures the signs of attack!

It's the new zodiac! Say it now, the new zodiac!

Brahmatron yawns at you. (na na na na na na na)

Brahmatron yawns at me, too

Sounds of alarm, reverberating strange

Equilateral, bisexual triangles intersecting at parallel planes!

They struck chords in serpent circles, echoed through the age!

It's the new zodiac! You heard me, the new zodiac!