Atmospheric Pressure from the UFO's (Landing Gear)
Fast flashing lights incandescent total brightness
Reality is priceless and useless to the sightless
Ignorance is bliss that’s why I'm happy when I'm pissed
And hiss loud at the masses while I’ve got the free passes
To trash and out class harass and outlast
The cheap imitations that crowd the fast path
Poison gassing the crass wrath who’s trying to laugh last
Flicking ash inside of hope while he’s tokin’ stolen smokes
While I cross the acid moat before a knife swipes my throat
From the hands of a fake who bails gropin’ at my coat tails
Shutting down the blinking I still can’t learn to sleep
I end up broke and overloaded so it soaks in deep when

I can see I’m not the only one who’s right
I specialize in passion blasting lights that hide the landing gear
I can see I’m not the only one who’s right
I recognize the pattern flashing lights that hide the landing gear

Communist broadband ROM flash - kicking off
The backlash bombing through the broadcast - weeping for
The war dance mating with a slither on the wrong grass
Hit the bottom of your own stash wishing
That the crop circle intuition is tachyon gunning at the radar
DJs hand upon the fader putting scratches on the evil tint
A glinted blind spot redder than the targets in our heads
Numb from over stimulation under blankets without threads
Hiding plain sight shadows ‘tween the living and the dead
Truth of invasion staying silent so no one mans the station
Planet Earth overtaken by militant corporations

A strobe - a blink and a hot blinding detonation
Commence the infiltration and start the world’s termination
I won’t be deterred from my sheer concentration
The time effects are fading - my memory in waiting
Every single human slated for replacement
I fight them off while she fortify the basement
With haste he went thataway and that’s the way the chase went
Traitor on the prowl scrapin’ cement to get his face bent
It ended hella quick - from a train wreck slip
Dripping brain sweat mist from the chosen one’s microchips
Timid kids flipping lids with bids on shoddy crisis
Sipping on the vices sold to victimize the lifeless
Grinding to a halt these fights between the righteous
Resolve the struggle to define our shallow sacrifices