The Return

(albüm: Event 2 - 2013)

Stardate 3040
Warpspeed to the new scenario where we roam
Our tiny planet was continuously shrouded in darkness
From greed and anarchic conquest
The final operation, based ideas and proposals
Involving privateers, serving low blows to
Constellation patrol just to overthrow
And obtain supplies for the side that they ride for
Privateer raids on the core system while the whole
Planet under war conditions taking more victims
Than a mutiny taking over government control in attempts to secure a new republic
What became of it?
Planetwide destruction
Constant weapon fire crushing any production
Of advancements of science
Technology to ease life's difficulties
Every tax dollar went to sweep crime
Off the streets but the law would cheat each time
So operations backfire defeating the design
Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
Where technological advances were minimal
Whoever survived were thrust into dimmer days
Every portion of the land decimated in a blaze
Law and order fractured, attacks were center stage
The star of the show was entertained but a bit afraid

It's the return, check it
Deltron Zero and Automator

It's like clockwork, it's just like clockwork
It's like clockwork, it's just like clockwork
It's like clockwork, it's just like clockwork
It's like clockwork, it's just like clockwork

As I view a long stretch of sand dunes
And abandoned shacks and crack houses with rats out in the clear open
I see a few hopeful transients
Grab a frisky critter to roast some food
Don't know what to do, it was out of our hands
Now we gotta pull straws, figure out a plan
I'm mobbing with a posse, a clan
Of ragtag renegades, looking for living grenades
Live ammo, cause it's been in the stage
Of cutthroat, corrupt folks
Pressure too much to cope
We see a woman get jumped by young punks
High off of Nitro 9, ain't no life behind
Those black pupils, no scruples, no rules so
She at they mercy or so they first think
I leap first seeing perfect opportunity
Ah, socked two or three in the mouth without room to speak
The rest of our posse peeped the nod
And proceeded to reap the bruisers confused and dizzy
Tossed them in a trash compactor, now they history
The woman was hysterical in fits of grief
Yo "Miss, please calm down, they all gone now"
Literally minced into little bits between
Pieces of leftover Chef Boyardee
Mixed with a couple of booty magazines

It's the return, check it
Deltron Zero and Automator

Final frontier, desolates and pestilence
Vessels incapacitated, left vacant in burning husks
Word is government does
Not control anyway, the streets have the last say
That's not hard to see, more cars than trees
Or more like lumps of metal in rows several
Nuclear fallout crawls out
And sometimes blinds people, leaving them with no sight
No rights, muggers in broad day
Similar to the ancient fables of the Wild West
Or maybe just a trial or test
For humans who thought they were superior and more than houses of flesh
Highly upset
Human beings seeing no way, going straight
Anarchy flows through the alleyways
Little chance for me and my band, go tooth and nail
Because music has the one glimmer the future entails
Can't nobody use it as well as my strafers
Cause many quit the craft after the pay for it
Became minimal, then the full republic
Backlashed to outlaw music production completely
It was discreetly, neatly accomplished
Under our noses, but a few were still on the quest
To keep the globe hopeful and vigilant
No matter what situations we living in

It's the return, check it
Deltron Zero and Automator