Verse I - Plysk Distress call Immediately respond Shatterstar We require assistance with the revolt against Ashtar The programming schedules are due for cancellation They can see through Za's Vid who the popular face is And the transimission sent to every satellite receiver Data-chip spine implanted so the viewers can see us The crowd is indifferent To desires of the flesh The plot line so tangled they're still spinning the web Entertaining perverse fantasies for The Spineless Sitting in front of a boob-tube obese and mindless Following you with audio-visual feeds live net-casting Swallowing up the time slots endless hours everlasting Ratings haven't fallen Sponsors want the hairless apes Even though they're mostly viewed as a cosmic mistake You are being watched For someone's twisted enjoyment We are being watched And somebody enjoys it Chorus 24-7 uncut live stream broadcast You are being watched You are being watched Uplinked with the plasma screen spinal taps You are being watched You are being watched Recorded televised transmitted via satellite You are being watched You are being watched Received and interpreted by the watcher's eyes You are being watched We are all being watched Verse II - Plysk Regulation toward enforcement of the Patriot Act Laws Deployment of camera crews and hidden lenses in your backyards Every home every bathroom every closet every casket Underneath your corneas with Multi-Vision automatic When executions become a daily TV show They will air commercial-free Sponsored in part by We The People Who watch each others lives So quickly be placing judgement But I ain't one to talk I find humans repugnant They're downloading your souls Auctioning them off on eBay Convert to digital video disc The public demands a replay Got a record of rebellion that is crucial to the climax Highest approval ratings since prototypes of the BetaMax Technology incompatible No upgrade features optional Stabilize the system power distributions optimal We are being watched Uncut and uncensored Until we get cancelled or the series has ended Chorus Verse III - Byrd Ultra High Frequency broadcast Network coverage of the bomb blast Present future and past 2 million seeds of Set released We're all attacked and branded waiting for the mark of the beast Where all eyes from beneath seek to form a super-nation Without hesitation Fill us full of medication Handful of education Got us doped up and broke down At a standstill while the clock ticks and the world goes round Underground organization On test planet Earth To watch progress in patients From embryo to birth From midlife to death Then ashes back to flesh From clone to bone Home to home Known to roam the zone And comb the equator for bugs and wire-taps That might interfere With the satellite contact Searching for signal... Stand by... Welcome to the X Divison The next dimension Where suspicion and suspense Are beyond our comprehension Chorus

Verse I - TreDeezy When you hear the bomb drop Life will still be the same I'll be on the block Ducking bullets I'll be running from the cops And still never getting props for the flavor that I drop The reality of this life is that we all live just to die And as we try to survive we try to understand why we try We try Ain't a lie And another baby cries Living in the streets looking in his mother's eyes So when you're sitting in your office Bitch don't be surprised When another plane crashes or a bomb lights up the sky See my life ain't going to change It'll always be the same And when it does happen you'll be screaming out my name TreDeezy Chorus Our life is like a nuclear aftermath The after-effects of a chaotic particle bath We feel the effects til we grow six limbs Each limb transduces the sounds that it takes in Our life is like a nuclear aftermath The after-effects are placed on our tracks in time When the bomb drops We disintegrate into rhymes Verse II - Byrd Hitting plutonium tanks Got the U.N. searching It's all about the bank Highest bit is the merchant Move swerving like a serpent So no tracks are detected From urban to suburban Got us all infected Like it or not We learn to accept it And stick with the plot til its finally detected All evidence collected and there's still corruption I'm trying to conquer the infested Before I face destruction Verse III - Plysk I hear the whistle of a missile splitting apart the Earth's atmosphere See the world engulfed in flames As the faces of death appear In split-seconds there's no time to react And now we fade to black... So I mutate Or fleshwarp My soul force for the main course A rigamortis corpse Supporting wars that leaves you chemical sores Atomic swords with our flags in the wind Don't fear for starvation Eat the rich Get big Chorus Verse IV - Bear the Astronot The scattering of protons and electrons After the bomb Creates a nuclear dawn Where we spread waveforms With the push of a button Now the lines are drawn like speaker cones on our palms These waves are like explosions Waves of fire rolling Like tsunamis through the weeping streets of Nagasaki I'm looking for help But all I get is self-help audio books So they can get them off of the shelf Help When the valley of the sun is done And the valley has become The government's experiment The mushroom cloud that is hung from heaven Will only mask my financial imperilments Six mutant limbs Canker sores on my chin Who's going to need AHCCCS healthcare then So I hope you don't think that we'll feel so strange When you do drop the nuke And our life's the same Chorus

Verse I Brain dead brain dead Worm in the head It's digging I need some filling for the hunger inside that's building Why am I feeling that there's nobody else who's guilty I'm fucking filthy Stained in bodily fluids spilling Dawn of the dead In the house of a thousand corpses Fighting dark forces who have rallied to secure the fortress I'll fucking smash you if we have to do this savagely Until it's raining fragments of the skulls I'm shattering Seeking to surpass the masses of dumb asses gathering I'm content for now just because it seems I have to be Does this mean I lose to the devil's wicked strategy Doesn't matter to me Most these zombies will just laugh at me While they walk the path Towards the doors of the factory I'm committing blasphemy with these words that I choose to speak Some are doomed Some are blessed with the mind and gift to teach So tired I can't go on Just stay awake and never go to sleep Chorus - TreDeezy All I got is this shit it my head I'm dead Voices screaming while I lay in my bed I said Zombie King the product of an unforgiving world Now the reaper's coming for the little boys and girls (2x) Verse II Slushface mushmouth Stumbling and twitching rotten From the outside in Its the symptoms of a strange narcotic Abused and overused Running rampant what a lovely toxin Sleeping in my grave but I'm buried in a stranger's coffin That's how I can relate Shifting shape and walk amongst the living Driven by a thirst that can't be quenched I got a fix for liquids Nobody cares to notice so its simple to just blend in with them Hungry for blood And trapped within the system of a system The food chain don't know remorse or follow any rules The more I comprehend its like the more I seem to feel a fool The zombies surround us Even those good-ol-boys in school This world is full of monsters Spirits cyborgs and ghouls You need to powers to wage war with the super-villans I wish I had solutions to pollution and the senseless killing But I'm just a Jack Sitting back and trying to earn a living Flipping switches on my zombie-vision Break Verse III Its the flesh The taste The lust to consume it Radioactive vampire squeeze a heart for the juices I crush a cerebellum and then drain all your fluids Our society is feared so they're seeking to doom it The virus has started and it spreads from the core Devised with no cure a traitor opened the door Now we're all exposed on our trip to the morgue Don't invade my space or you'll die by my sword I've befriended The Reaper And I'm flirting with the hidden dark Fighting the influence its persistent never backing off Plagued by the shining Translated into gruesome art Death on a platter And its only served a-la-carte Morbid I'm forcing my voice from my throat Gagging on my thoughts while I'm praying for an antidote Can't find my place with the beings known as normal types So I experiment on my mind sight prototype Chorus

Verse I Psychological horror Bloody gore hardcore morbid scenes of human corpses Mutilated stacked in order Of chaos Random victims in my systematic slayings The forsaken has awakened naked in the bed I'm laying Voices saying that I'm weak and that they're taking all my power I cannot argue enemy is prey to be devoured Midnight hours I control A jackal feeding on their fears At night I stalk the streets and walk amongst my savage peers Want to murder all the masses just to capture your attention So you absorb the faceless vortex from these journals I've written But is it "All for nothing..." So I crack open skulls hoping that I'll scope a difference When you splatter brain matter scatter plasma from a distance But is it... "All for nothing..." But is it just really all... Chorus Verse II Psychological horror Feast upon the bones of these ugly souls I torture In my twisted human sculptures created for the vultures Disgusted by culture I seek the weak of mind and then I feed on their brain stems Spinal tap seduction Gruesome beast from the within Cuz without the hunger pain could rule my sick mindset So I collect these talking heads Corrupt my thoughts with their concepts Connected to insanity consumed by the darkness Slaughter of innocence Bodies buried in basements Fixated on an image un-achieved but when you face death "All for nothing..." You won't escape with possessions you obsess on and worship You'll have nothing when you go do you think that its worth it Or... "All for nothing..." But is it just really all... Chorus

Bridge Earth is burning Below the surface We are vermin Earth is bleeding Cannibal feeding We are demons (3x) Verse I - Plysk I am the ultimate creep Mindfreak I speak through megaphones And explode them eardrums Bloody auditory Scumsucker chumscrubber motherfucker Firewater cold The decoder system anti-rhythm Anti-matter sub-division Atom splitters Twisted swisters Cosmonaut and serpent's venom Open minds to us Biohazardous waste dumps Take a chunk of your brain squeeze and drain the puss Infected Hard to digest it Infested with vermin The cockroaches got pregnant Remaining lifeforms post chemical nuke wars Wearing seeping RAD sores to the fourth planet's core This is toxic Fuck Brittnay Lethal compound combination Ask Bobby and Whitney When you exhale And breathe poison fumes Doomed to live in hell I'm dancing in a padded room Chorus These are the many faces of the Psycho Skull Like the void that surrounds you in a bottomless hole Like the voices in your head that you do not control Smiley faces Death's Head Psychotropic Skull (2x) Verse II - Onbe Its psycho mental bitch With psycho mental spits And the niggas that get ripped Is the niggas that ain't shit I put you on the spot And the spot came quick Don't slip bitch cause then the spot is useless Niggas be seeing that Psycho Skull Coming through and we're breaking your bones Psycho so grab your toes This shit gets sinister bro Like an outlet let the anger go Sit back and just enjoy the show Flipping reality backwards bro That's just my mentality though There are voices in my that I do not control Equals the padded room where I will go Now destructive mix-downs blast your dome But there's no remorse in my soul My many faces appear randomly in different places Across this psycho place in a psycho nation Doing shit kids at home shouldn't be re-creating This is reality my nig Not playstation Chorus Bridge Hook - Onbe It's that Psycho Skull You can't escape it bro It's that Psycho Skull And the Earth is burning hoe It's that Psycho Skull We are vermin with crushing blows Psycho Skull You can run but you can't hide though (2x) Outro

Verse I Not just sick in the head Plysk is sick as the plague Put this planet to rest With obessions of death Delusions make me see all your faces in red Eating thunderbolts and shitting rocks on your head I'm a bad ass motherfucker You best never forget Keep your fucking mouth shut unless you're hungry for lead Cause I'll play the fucking chef Cook you up some good shit Here's the heater if you need it Serve you with a cold dish I thizz you die Fuck the game and its rules Getting stupid like I dropped out in the days of pre-school You will never know the pleasure or pain that I'm in Or could you try to fathom the strange places I've been Can't you understand the phantom never had any friends Face the whole entire planet by myself as it is When the dust finally settles I'm alone once again It's cool don't even trip man it is what it is Chorus I got no time to waste Still I'm not in a race I'll take second place You must live for the moment Try to take that away from me I won't condone it Watch my mind explode Blowing up full of noises (2x) Verse II My head is full of noises Nasty sinister voices Laughing at my choices So I drink toxic poisons Call me Galactus making juice from hot lava I know what you think about me Don't even bother Go do yourself a favor and forget what you heard Watch the Earth and its man-made structures all burn Run and hide up in the hills till they stalk you at night Cause the hills they do have eyes and they'll watch as you die And take your rotted corpses far away from the sky Look and see as Heaven falls apart No more lies With no lies How will Earth survive Make it to morning Tonight's nuclear eve Dropping midnight bombings Til the next post-war Just its veterans are left Big brother still a bully no one else wants to test We are The Revolution Us America's best That she doesn't want to offer Give us up to the rest Hook You must be think I'm going blind With all that shit you tried to hide But I could see it through your eye That you was all a fucking lie Outro

Verse I - Plysk Megatronic Snayke Plysk Syre is the sick Hell's wind staff We match the lords of the Sith Quarantined biohazards Captured souls We're some ugly kids and lazy bastards bro Locked in the grid and trying to shake the system Guillotine flying sharp with a swift precision Governments experimenting with the weather patterns Planning mass evacuations to the moons of Saturn Go fourth dimensional when you're physical's shattered Or burn with the rest when they scatter your atoms in the smoke and the dust of a mushroom cloud I don't mean the future This is my life right now I run with the zombies and the freaks of nature Weirdos outcasts and victims of hatred We're socially distorted so who gives a fuck Breaking down from a virus because my drive is corrupt Chorus Countdown To the end of days Welcome to the house of the certified insane What up mayne? Exhaling flames Two to your chest now you feel my pain (2x) Verse II - Syre Tha Syck 1 Devour coward creatures in the name of fun Don't hate on my sick twisted Megaton buzz Flames lit Won't quit Spark another one Eternally plagued with the sickness there's no end To the wicked picnics Visions of the living dead Waiting for their first kiss from the angel of death If there's a cure for this sickness Don't fix it Born wicked ugly Riding psycho sick stepping off the Devil's train Living in the fun days til the end of days Darkside elite can you feel the heat? Darkside elite can you feel the heat? I tell it like it is how it was and how its gonna be Running with the Devil but he stays right in back of me I tell it like it is how it was and how its gonna be Running with the Devil but he stays right in back of me Chorus (til song completion)

Verse I Something doesn't feel right Has it all gone bad Have I just gone mad staring into the past Future imperfect connecting the flaws Reject rebellion dystopian laws What's the cause of the rot in society's heart I'm at odds with the gods of technological arts I've embarked on quest filled with consequences Many instant repercussions this impossible mission Won't be completed without sacrifice Fuck it sort it all out in the afterlife I know I'm not paranoid Major changes are coming Disaster is approaching but your vision's obstructed Some are blind to the lies Your life is an illusion Distracted by your eyes Caught in mass confusion Nobody knows the truth because it doesn't exist Cup of coffee with the Devil Satan's mark on the wrist Chorus Something is wrong Something is wrong I know that something is wrong Something is wrong You think that nothing is wrong But something is wrong I know that something is wrong Gnihtemos zi gnorw Verse II Illuminated tracers under neon powered lasers The city is alive exhaling toxic fumes and vapors I wear an aluminum deflector beanie So these lights up in the sky won't be able to mind read me Somebody follows me everywhere I go They're watching me like I'm a reality show Last night they caught a glimpse of my strangest rituals These pills I chop and snort are much more than habitual I dance in the dark in my birthday suit Spark blunts howl and bark at the blood red moon Filled with a rage that I can't subdue Wearing chains in a cage because I broke curfew In this New World Order need to find a new drug Just to make you feel sane as it drains your blood As it sucks your lifeforce puts your face in the mud Inhale your last breath before it pulls the plug Chorus Verse III You can't tell me things are good Everyone's on medication Maybe everyone's insane with hallucinations Could we just be depressed because we're living in hell Getting harassed and arrested then held without bail Locked in The Grid smaller parts of the system As we dig our graves and build this prison we live in We hold the key to the door to freedom But we fear what's beyond our common sense or reason Need a good brain-washing so I could be normal Because I ended up here through dimensional portals Want to fit in with the robots They seem so happy I feel so ugly and my mind is cracking I'll descend into madness And the world's fantastic I descend into madness But the world's fantastic Chorus

Verse I Now to better understand Exactly where I'm coming from You need to take some acid Smoke the shit out your lungs Take it twice to the head like a puff and a pass Or get knocked the fuck out like when huffing the gas Back in the past I was a masked graf-man Rustoleum Linoleum meanstreak in the hand Po-pos fucking with us cuz we D.U.I. Clan Burn the trees daily Probably spent a few grand Some things got out of hand and I walked a strange road Picked up some bad habits I still work to control But I never looked back I just went with the flow Exposed my insides and let my mind go Too far at times it seems Asking why I gotta starve just to chase my dreams So every dark night I sing If I didn't have that all I'd do is scream Is it me? Is it just me? Is only me? Chorus See I ain't quite what you thought Better get the shit straight Cuz I'm something else I'm not quite myself I think I'm something else I think I'm someone else I think I'm something else (2x) Verse II Is it just me trapped in my own thoughts Who gotta maggot-brain from the toxic rot I'm planting seeds trying to build a crop It might only be me caught up in the plot That won't ever stop But me I never stop cuz I never sleep Cuz I'm trying to eat with some water to drink And I'm always thinking that they're out to get me But I'm paranoid and I'm quick to geek A poly-mutated freak still learning to speak Yep still learning to read Cuz my fingertips bleed Every time I write its for y'all to feed Getting hard to breathe don't know if its my lungs Chemicals in the air From a mountain of dung That we're walking on through In the shit knee-deep I'm tripping on myself Feel like the ultimate creep Chorus Verse III I ain't quite what you thought Better get the shit straight I'm right out the mind When I'm smoking on dimes Or zoning in the rhyme I'm trying to find the key But its somewhen in time Felt I might've been displaced Amongst a high-tech race Futuristic caveman Primate in space The eraserface with the serpent's mark I battle myself Its the light and the dark And they're waging a war But its all within That's why I Zombie King With a Death's Head grin I'm a briefcase man but highly distracted Straining to keep focus through my bottle-cap glasses Fractures from crashing high performance masses Systemically controlled into piles of plastics Wrapped and freshly packaged On display for sale Confined in a room that I built myself Chorus