War of the Worlds

"Red alert, red alert, red alert"
"You crossed my line of death!"
"You haven't dismantled your MX stockpile"
"Pakistan is threatening my border!"
"That's it, buster, no more military aid"

Yo, they're inside the perimeter, face-huggers sinister
Administered the milk drops to Bishop
A boy contest for the replicant
With the total recall, maybe you could recollect the Fifth Element
About to hit that event horizon
Set the controls, nah, it's not surprising
That the heart of gold about to get sold for scrap metal
Cowboy Bebop, nah, we don't need cops
'Cause a Boba Fett on the mic'll make sure you bleed lots
And get beamed up to a motherless mothership
Huh, yeah, these predatory brothers be on some other shit
So make sure you recover with the best mech
Get the best sound tech at sound check
Transforming sonics like a veritech Zen Friday
Attempting to enter our society
But telling the authorities and they'll question your sobriety
Minority report, it's a Gattaca of sorts
Yep, dramatical overlords and they coming down in hordes

You thought this was science fiction, in fact it's pure science
There's grey men stalking through the hills of Mount Zion
Unidentifiable objects flying
Spying, enemy eyes got my people in their sights
Be frightened, be very afraid
We fighting aliens, not Iranians
Our weapons are American made
They'll erase us with twenty-thousand-year-old lasers
And all that'll be left is burnt air and vapours
Humanity's a bump in the road
It's a theatre of stars and there ain't a happy end to the show
It's apocalypse now, motherfuckers
Look up, the sky's falling down on the brother

This is war of the worlds, yours verse mine
A sound clash travelling through space and time
Fear of a wack planet, attacks relentless
We stand firm, the last line of defences

"Battle physically, conquer mentally, essentially
Thought is a bombshell"
"Battle physically, conquer mentally, essentially
Built to only propel"

Pack of warring spirits with cannonballs for lyrics
Cross the line where dreams become paranormal visions
Secret minds, battle pawns and bishops in the foreground
Half-hidden like shadowy figures in the storm clouds
Never spoken of, but the humans can sense the meaning
No plot or story, just mood and intensive feelings
Doom and the dread is breeding, manifesting in consciousness
Pangs of death of the populace travelling every continent
They line the skies in bold sets of fifty deep
The children point and stare, old men and women weep
Regretting the past, but more afraid of the future
They empty their glasses and then sit awaiting the shooters
The end has come, it's beyond the time for war
Forgot what they're fighting for on their molten iron core
All they know is that now something new is part of this earth
Got new masters to serve and too few martyrs to burn

This is war of the worlds, yours verse mine
A sound clash travelling through space and time
Fear of a wack planet, attacks relentless
We stand firm, the last line of defences
This is war of the worlds, yours verse mine
A sound clash travelling through space and time
Fear of a wack planet, attacks relentless
We stand firm, the last line of defences

"Battle physically, conquer mentally, essentially
Thought is a bombshell"
"Battle physically, conquer mentally, essentially
Built to only propel"
"Battle physically, conquer mentally, essentially
Thought is a bombshell"
"Battle physically, conquer mentally, essentially
Built to only propel"