He lies awake, torn from the throes of sleep „Not this again!" In the dark broken silence he weeps
No one believed a word, branded as a madman - outcast from population Blind fools, what to become? First one then all to a planet in a galaxial nation
Sedated and carried, a man on his own Surrounded by creatures, not of flesh nor bone Blind fools what to become, first one then all to a planet in a galaxial nation As they come to take us now - In their spherical eyes you can see you're destined for a forced subservience
Relentless butchers - through laser surgery Have perfected the art - of preserving human meat Prescripted emptiness, a future now taken away A life of nothingness, the orbs - they await
Extract the human seed - creating hybrids, gestating in tubes of glass Mass production of a breed - born as slaves to serve - the children of the spheres Screaming, inserting clear tubes, connected to invasive machines He becomes a life source - to a race of bio drones
Unwilling father who is controlled by the beckoning - the spheres seeth knowledge - have the power of a deity Rows of caged humans - await extraction - of the vital genetics... Perpetually they suffer at the hands of the „children"
Each time one dies - the elation of the spheres Rising, evergrowing superiority complex, controllers of time, and all the beings that dwell in that dimension Forcing a chain of thoughts into hybrid breed Destiny to serve the spheres implanted within their minds This is everything - reality concocted, desires controlled Chosen to serve - slaves without knowledge, never (to) know what could have been
The spheres, and the children grow Their power magnified, assisted by energy forcefully taken In the recesses of space, beyond their planetary domain - other beings are sensing a growth in power, and an unease is cultivated prompting evaluation
Brought before councils of elders, government, intergalactic monarchies, oracles, seers Discussing planning action - eventual reaction - creating barbaric factions Within the spheres, entities are dwelling - unable to be seen, pure hyper-genetic energyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
