Silver hulls rip through the ion storm The Greys descend — faceless, uniform Clawless hands, black eyes absorbing light Synthetic drones born to serve the night Abduction beams slice the ranch-land air Farmers vanish — no screams, no prayer Pre-Chorus Whispers from the Draconian throne Reptilian tongues etch flesh to bone "Collect. Carve. Breed. Obey." The worker caste has no say Chorus DISSECT THE HERD — BLOOD ON STEEL BOVINE ORGANS, SURGEON'S ZEAL HYBRID FETUS IN A GLASS WOMB BUILT TO DIE, BORN FOR THE TOMB SPACEBOUND SLAVES IN MORTAL SHELL THE GREYS MARCH TO DRACONIAN HELL Verse 2 Surgical pods drip with human pain Neural probes ignite the brain Ovaries harvested, genome spliced Lifespans stolen to cheat their vice Engineered for void, not for years Efficiency forged from our tears Their hearts are dead, their will is none Puppets basking in a blackened sun Bridge - Spoken/Screamed "We are the hands, not the mind... Cloned for transit, designed to grind... Telomeres cut, our clocks unwind... While Draconian kings feast on mankind!" Breakdown CATTLE SKINNED... CHILDREN TAKEN... TABLES STAINED... DNA SHAKEN... OBEY! OBEY! OBEY! OBEY! Final Chorus DISSECT THE HERD — BLOOD ON STEEL BOVINE ORGANS, SURGEON'S ZEAL HYBRID FETUS IN A GLASS WOMB BUILT TO DIE, BORN FOR THE TOMB SPACEBOUND SLAVES IN MORTAL SHELL THE GREYS MARCH TO DRACONIAN HELL Outro Mothership hum... mission done... Another world bled dry for the ones Who coil and wait beyond the stars... While the Greys rot in their jars...
