The Return Lyrics - The Event Ii - Deltron 3030

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 fractured 

The star of the show was entertained but a bit afraid 

It's the return, check it 

Deltron zero and automator 

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

As 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 speak 

The rest of our posse 

Peek and nod (?) 

And proceed to beat (?) 

The bruisers confused and dizzy 

Toss 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 magazines 

It's the return, check it 

Deltron zero and automator 

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

Final Frontier, desolates and pestilence 

Vessels incapacitated, left vacant in a burning husk 

Word is government does 

Not control anyway 

The streets have the last say 

That's not hard to see 

More cars than trees 

Or more like lumps of metal 

Nuclear 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 upset 

Human 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 well 

Cause 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 quest 

To keep the globe whole, full, and vigilant 

No matter what situations we living in 

It's the return, check it 

Deltron zero and automator 

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