Looking all around this sterile lab
Suspended in a prison test tube rack
In a solution that's no solution
Kinda like a womb with a chilling view
This isn't really where I want to be
But my crackhead mother never really wanted me
Could't abort but she could do a deal
For an embryo they said would never feel
Making preparations for a nuclear war
Building warsuits for conquest afterwards
Making biosystems to control machines
Only thing that's onna survive the E.M.P.
Dripping additions in my glass prison cell
Mindfucking chemical mutagens
Become a creature full of rage and hate
Only the truly paranoid can make the grade
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