(Intro - Spoken word, distorted radio static, faint sirens, a low synth hum begins to build) "They told you it was politics. They told you it was religion. They told you it was East versus West... They lied. The real war was never on your maps. It was right behind their eyes." (Verse 1 - Rap flow: steady, paranoid, building intensity) Yeah, something in the water, something in the air, Felt the shift in power, but you didn't seem to care. Saw the leaders on the screen, something cold and something mean, A human suit, a perfect fit, but the eyes would sometimes slit. Reptilian skin stretched over bone, making calls on a golden phone, From a bunker deep below, watching all the hatred grow. They pulled the mask on, head to shoulder, made the whole damn world get colder, Told you who to love and hate, sealed the lock on freedom's gate. And if you spoke, you disappeared, played upon your deepest fears, Called you crazy, tin-foil hats, drowned the truth with talking cats. Mainstream media's lullaby, fed you chemtrails in the sky, While the real strings, thin and tight, were pulled by creatures of the night. (Chorus - Trance/Rap Hook: More melodic, rhythmic, and hypnotic. Imagine a driving beat kicks in here.) UFO strobes slice the dust, in the ruins of our trust, Concrete jungle turned to rust, fueled by manufactured lust. At the decks, a silhouette, big black eyes and no regret, The Grey DJ spins the final set, humanity's last cigarette. The bassline drops, a psychic wave, we're all dancing on our grave, The party at the end of days, lost inside a cosmic haze. (Verse 2 - Rap flow: faster, more urgent) Then the lights up in the sky, never learned the reason why, Woke up cold with missing time, a metal taste, a psychic chime. The Greys came down, the silent reapers, keepers of the darkest secrets, Scooped you from your bed at night, wiped your mind with blinding light. Little probes and strange designs, messing with your bloodlines, Cattle mutilated, fields were burned, a lesson that was never learned. They whispered thoughts in generals' heads, put the missiles in their sheds, Fueled both sides with tech and lies, watched the fallout from their skies. Project Blue Beam's grand design, a fake salvation, so divine, Was the final, fatal chess move, put us all inside their groove. (Chorus - Trance/Rap Hook: Driving beat continues, maybe with more layers of synths.) UFO strobes slice the dust, in the ruins of our trust, Concrete jungle turned to rust, fueled by manufactured lust. At the decks, a silhouette, big black eyes and no regret, The Grey DJ spins the final set, humanity's last cigarette. The bassline drops, a psychic wave, we're all dancing on our grave, The party at the end of days, lost inside a cosmic haze. (Bridge - The pace slows, becomes more atmospheric and revelatory for trance; for rap, it's a moment of cold, hard truth.) The Reptilian in the chair, shook the hand that put him there. A Grey alliance, sealed in pacts, covering up each other's tracks. One side got the tech and might, the other got the will to fight, A perfect war, a balanced trade, a global funeral parade. They didn't need to fire a shot, just to make us all forget, That we were brothers, sisters, kin... before they let the chaos in. Now the war is done and gone, and they're playing our last song. (Outro - The beat becomes all-encompassing. The lyrics are chanted, echoing and fading.) The beat goes on... Oblivion... The beat goes on... We're all one... (Faintly) Telepathic bassline... (Whisper) Oblivion feels fine...
