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The Return

Stardate 3040

Warpspeed to the new scenario, where we roam

Our tiny planet was continuously shrouded in darkness

From greed and anarchic conquest

The final operation, based ideas and proposals

Involving privateers, serving low blows to constellation patrol

Just to overthrow and obtain supplies for the side that they ride for

Privateer raids on the core system while the whole planet under war conditions

Taking more victims

Then a mutiny taking over government control in attempts to secure a new republic

What became of it?

Planet wide destruction

Constant weapon fire crushing any production

Of advancements of science

Technology to ease life's difficulty

Every tax dollar went to sweep crime

Off the street but the law would cheat each time

So operations backfire defeating the design

Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days

Where technological advances were minimal

Whoever survived were thrust into dimmer days

Every portion of the land decimated in a blaze

Law and order fracturedThe star of the show was entertained but a bit afraidIt's the return, check it

Deltron zero and automator

It's like clockwork, it's just like clockworkAs I view a long stretch of sand dunes

And abandoned shacks and crack houses with rats out in the clear open

I see a few hopeful transients

Grab a frisky critter to roast for food

Don't know what to do, it was out of our hands

Now we gotta pull straws, figure out a plan

I'm mobbing with a posse, a clan

Of ragtag renegades, looking for living grenades

Live ammo, 'cause it's been on the stage

Cutthroat, corrupt folks

Pressure to much to cope

We see a woman get jumped by young punks

High off of Nitro 9

Ain't no life behind

Those black pupils

No scruples

No rules so

She at they mercy

Or so they first think

I leap first seeing perfect opportunity

Ah, socked two or three in the mouth

Without room to speakThe rest of our posse

Peek and nod (?)

And proceed to beat (?)

The bruisers confused and dizzyToss them in a trash compactor

Now they history

The woman was hysterical, in fits of grief

Yo miss, please calm down, they all gone now

Literally minced into little bits between pieces of leftover Chef Boyardee

Mixed with a couple of booty magazinesIt's the return, check it

Deltron zero and automator

It's like clockwork, it's just like clockworkFinal Frontier, desolates and pestilence

Vessels incapacitated, left vacant in a burning huskWord is government does

Not control anywayThe streets have the last say

That's not hard to see

More cars than trees

Or more like lumps of metalNuclear fallout crawls out

And sometimes blinds people, leaving them with no sight

No rights, muggers in broad day

Similar to the ancient fables of the wild west

Or maybe just a trial or test

For humans who thought they were superior and more than houses of flesh

Highly upsetHuman beings seeing no way

Going straight

Anarchy flows through the alleyways

Little chance for me and my band, go tooth and nail

Because music has no one grimmer than future entails (?)

Can't nobody use it as wellCause many quit the craft after the pay for it

Became minimal

Then the full republic backlashed to outlaw

Music production

Completely

It was discreetly

Neatly accomplished

Under our noses, but a few were still on the questTo keep the globe whole, full, and vigilant

No matter what situations we living inIt's the return, check it

Deltron zero and automator

It's like clockwork, it's just like clockwork

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