Blue Beam Hoop Dreams

Murder forensics, aliens surgical, autopsy technical, phobia terminal Alternative tentacles grippin’ ventricles, tearin’ through chests like a ritual spectacle Saucer hyperdrive programmable, exit the craft like they’re sentient animals Hoverin’ down in symmetrical orbits, warpin’ the light with cybernetic mechanical mandibles Pressure suit creatures with skin that’s translucent, oozin’ like slime from a science illusion Test tube creation, our birth’s an intrusion, experimental humans, the end of delusion Eyeless and soulless, sockets like black holes, cuttin’ through DNA, mapping our backbones Claimin’ Elohim status, but it’s mass control, D N A genome, pass code, God-mode, trap every last soul Five-mile crafts stretch infinite width, sky eclipsed, now perception is bandwidth split Not a single commercial, 24/7 alert on the satellite circuits dispersin’ in fits General meetin’s with fevered debates, tongues speakin’ hate, panic escalates Doctors and scholars can’t correlate fate, cults in the cornfields mutilate faith Abducted, instructed, strapped and corrupted, brain prodded raw, now your soul’s interrupted Probe through the psyche, scrape through the cortex, fluids extracted like spells from a war hex Woke in a pasture, breathin’ in gasps, ribs all cracked and your memory’s collapsed Trauma like paintings of Bosch and Giger, but painted in blood like a creature gore fest double feature. Caught in Project Bluebeam, no light, no Hoop Dreams. Just cold steel gods with a hunger that screams Skinned alive in a loop unseen Every verse is fuel to the ancient machine Feed ’em your pain, they speak in growing dismay They blink and you burn, twist flesh like molding clay Every scar on your soul is a mapped-out code Every scream is a prayer in the galactic fold Millenniums past, maps in the dust, constellations built on cannibal trust Hieroglyphs etched with plasma ink, glowing with heat that’ll never rust The pharaohs bled for the great descent, Aztecs fed hearts to the sky for rent Mathematics bent, fractals lent to stars that whisper through the pyramids’ vents Every line drawn in the sand was a frequency ping from an unholy land Cuneiform code from Orion’s band, wrapped in the cloth of a ghost king’s hand Spacetime splits with a whisperin’ hum, radar ping echoes through stone and drum Bones in the desert, all burned to crumbs, but the message still lives in the tongue of the dumb Fistfucked by dimensions you can’t pronounce They dissect souls by the fuckin’ ounce Humanoid clout just a form they wear When they rip through your dreams with a succubus glare They spoke in vibrations, writhin’ in mass Delivered their words through extra dimensional glass A child with no eyes in a jar full of ash Reborn every night from the trauma they flash Lifted and drifted, your skin gets sifted Rewired like circuits, your nervous system uplifted You scream in a language that don’t exist Then get tossed in a field in a fetal abyss Caught in Project Bluebeam, no light, no Hoop Dreams. Just cold steel gods with a hunger that screams Skinned alive in a loop unseen Every verse is fuel to the ancient machine Feed ’em your pain, they speak in growing dismay They blink and you burn, twist flesh like molding clay Every scar on your soul is a mapped-out code Every scream is a prayer in the galactic fold God didn’t blink. He packed up the throne, Left Earth to burn in a monochrome tone. Skies ain’t blue, they’re a green-screen fake, Scripted like dreams that the architects break. We pray in loops, but the signal’s jammed, Faith dissected by mechanical hands. No more prophets, just parables unfixed, Crucifix driftin’ through clouds pre-stitched. You wake with a stigmata-coded wrist, Spit dust, cough up a serpent’s hiss. A cross in the sky, but it’s vapor-etched, A hologram flare from a god long fetched. Now the wheat don’t grow and the tears don’t stop, Angels in lab coats pullin’ out crops. This ain’t rapture, it’s spiritual fraud. Bluebeam dreams sold in the name of God.