Kashmere - The Technodrome lyrics

Ey, yo, braindead basehead Dimension X snakedread Blazed wet, fiending for the taste of flayed flesh Cybernetic organs Isometric orphans Psychometric brainscan results showed distortion Broken home aliens Overblown sapience Torn down by old goats of overgrown salients Phantom power mic lord whose sword strikes the right chord I might board the mothership Stepping out the arch of the covalent incubation chamber Like a gould system lord getting major paper Don't hate the game, hate the player of ghosts and goblins Behold the offspring The last descendant of a lost king -Are you a man or a mouse?- I'm a mouseman Who now stands in this humble abode smoking a sour dank Top ranking official like Hu Yaobang Why wait for tomorrow when you can do it now, fam? Yo, reporting live from the Technodrome's eyeball From sun up to nightfall i sip the polyglycol It's reaching fever pitch in a deep abyss with a screaming witch who's feeling bliss from the evil mist Keep your distance, resistance is futile Keep your distance, resistance is futile Keep your distance, resistance is futile Yo, reporting live from an undisclosed area 51 reasons to leave the planet in hysteria Beware the little green men claiming our benefits and - Stealing our jobs and - Ehm, k**ing the dodo It was them not us k**ing the ozone The fossil fuel burning face garning virtuosos With the planet in an imaginary chokehold Yeah, wake me up before you go-go