The MothYou are like the light that the moth is flying towards, at this very dayIt's a good thing, or notBut just decide how you take this reincarnation in the form of deathFor the wings carry the skullPainting black on everyone's wallsI believe no butterfly or insect is responsibleFor the illness happening inside us
ATOMIC PARK: Part XI EXT. MINNESOTA/CANADIAN BORDER (HIDDEN RESCUE CAMP)- the contrast is a mix of dark purple and blue because it’s nighttime. A bus with weird symbols decorating the exterior is floating with a strong aura supporting its gravity against the ground. It’s pretty much a transportation the lizard aliens created. Anyway, there are two of those fancy vehicles, floating real fast, but slowly twirling to their sides until they come to a stop. The park in front of the border, which is now a farm field. The barbed fence separating the borders is no longer there. However, there is a vault door that’s on the ground. Aaron and his friends get out of the buses, having the mercenaries comfort and guiding the survivors. There are at least thirty of them, the mix of the forgiven racists, and dog aliens. Oliver comes toward the ground door, which is made of strong metal and surrounded with bolts. He stomps his scaly foot, in a rubbing pattern while
ScreamGrind your teeth,Feel the fear,There's sickness mixed with madness,It's screaming, like in the media,How ironic, it's real!
EonWhen the world endsWe'll have alien friendsTogether, us, guiding the wayNoble acts of justiceAgainst the tsunamisTo prepare for this very daySuch a bloody mess won't be avoided No it won'tIt features crashesIn the moment a building fallsIn the moment dustbowls formIn the moment government smashesWe live everydayThat's how we surviveIt's never shit, not it's notWe'll fix this messBefore it's too lateWhen this year comes, we'll give...
FloorsYou feel support on a massWith tall stable columnsHolding levelOf confidence, frustration, dependenceWhen you come to a floorStep on a floorIs the highest one you wish to choose