Megaton (Dalek Remix)

Within my turmoil lies no answers

Nonsense in sentence spoke backwrds

Tired of cowards.

Worldview soured by hypocritical cynics

Listen to my lyrics before discounting validity

You never been no kin to me

I see through your papier-mache mask so clearly

Yes, fear me.

You never seen this thought pattern,

Though my gear may appear tattered,

Your whole way of life i plan to shatter

Sick of sub-species brain matter controlling airwaves

Weak-minded walk brainwashed in haze

I pray for the last days.

I disintegrate visual plain, battlefield to remain in mental

Your attempts to rhyme are inconsequential

I met you halfway and remain empty-handed

Never forgot that the beast is branded

I communicate to ancients in sanskrit

Elicit use of drums to conjure a false god

I move herds of these so-called mc's with cattle prods

So now i sob for my corpse-culture

Nicely packaged for the corporate vultures

You call me vulgar but i'm just a shadow of society,

Not your commodity.

Peace to the last true: oddateee,

Let us wander aimlessly,

My idols sell their asses shamelessly.

I pray for the day of the megaton.