I've got a major mind malfunction
Set a course for self destruction
Beaming down to a world of hurt
I've got a contract to fulfill
And a phaser set to kill
You better put on your bright red shirt

I've got tachyons to spare
You better beware
I want violence in a Klingon kinda way
I got an empath in my bed
My thoughts are filling her with dread
There's only one thing left to say

Gotta go
Make it so
I am about to blow
You know my warp core's overloaded
And I can't take much more

Don't know how
Don't know why
But everybody's gonna die
So you better say your goodbyes

You know I've never had an equal
So they'll never be a sequel
Just grip your ankles hold on tight
My head is full of bad wire
And I wanna open fire
Don't bother to put up a fight

'Cause way down deep inside
You know my circuits are fried
Go ahead baby, call my bluff
My anger just keeps getting bigger
Got my finger on the trigger
and I just can't pull it fast enough

Gotta go
Make it so
I am about to blow
You know my warp core's overloaded
And I can't take much more

I'm in a violent state
I got a gut full of hate
Or maybe it's just something I
8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1

I got a rupture in my hull
There's pounding in my skull
My disrupters are ready to go
I'm getting stronger by the hour
And your shields are out of power
You should have given up long ago

And now your out of time
I caught you in my prime
You can tell by now you're f*****
I'll give you this one for free
I'm killing you and killing me
I'm gonna countdown and auto destruct

Gotta go
Make it so
I am about to blow
You know my warp core's overloaded
And I cant take much more

You cant escape your fate
You'll never procreate
And the number after nine is
8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1

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