Randy Prozac
Randy Prozac
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The machine patrolling the halls
Is getting on my nerves
I'll have to force it from my thoughts
Or my emotions will be observed
I need to go to the water station
To get my weekly amount
But my excursion debits have depleted
From my allotted account
I hear the vibrations stop at my door
And it pauses for a moment
I imagine happy days at work
My job i just love it
Locked out, shut down, no way in
Turned off, meltdown, degenerate scum
Locked out, shut down, no way in
Turned off, meltdown, degenerate scum
Thе machine resumes on down thе hall
And i hear sirens outside
There's lights in the sky that make no sense
The tv says "they're aliens"
The so-called aliens they showed us
Were genetic lab grown mutations
They were priming us with alien autopsies
And endless discovery channel presentations
Here comes alien fake invasion
Here comes dying for water illusion
Here comes robots in the streets
Here comes absolute security
Locked out, shut down, no way in
Turned off, meltdown, degenerate scum
Locked out, shut down, no way in
Turned off, meltdown, degenerate scum
Alien Illusion was written by Randy Prozac.
Alien Illusion was produced by Randy Prozac.