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 wondering if it's a phantom earth.

Now I'm living 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 hear is a white-hot mess.

I wouldn't say it's a god's kind of music that we can listen to;
It's that Brahmatron song. You know we've been singing it all along.
Not a god's kind of music; I wanna dance around the pit of the truth,
Singing Brahmatron's song.
Just another level gone.

This is the year of the reboot, the sequel,
The satellite dishes serving up twelve kinds of evil.
A year of the television fizz turning me off.
Well, it don't add up; guess I gotta do some math again
See if the bull has reins
'Cause in the bleak distant of my mind, lambs reach killing weight.
Oh, the sounds they make.

I wouldn't say it's a god's kind of music that we can listen to;
It's that Brahmatron song. You know we've been singing it all along.
Not a god's kind of music; I wanna dance around the pit of the truth,
Singing Brahmatron's 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 kind of music that we can listen to;
It's that Brahmatron song. You know we've been singing it all along.
Not a god's kind of music; I wanna dance around the pit of the truth,
Singing Brahmatron's song.
Just another level gone. It's gone.
Now if the void starts flickering,
We gotta show just a little bit of grace
'Cause there ain't no power saving 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!


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