Of Dull Eyes Borne Lyrics - Singles - Psycroptic

Have you ever asked yourself what is the purpose of life- 

why is our history so unproven 

why is there so many different stories of evolution 

some may believe we evolved from primates 

but others say that God created Adam and Eve 

there are some who believe we were created from the soil. 

I say no to this 

we were created by aliens as was our entire world 

for them we- are just an experiment 

to be used by the aliens for scientific purposes 

they gave us- such desire- so we are- 

the creatures most likely to ruin our environment 

they created all things, equal in the beginning 

(but) throughout history, changed our psyches 

Now the human race has lost its every bit of dignity 

killing fellow beings as many die in poverty 

self obsessed people are the downfall of society 

aliens are impressed by our suicide ability. 

-Bastards- 

pulling on our puppet strings and 

laughing as we scream and cry 

they are watching us intently through the darkened skies 

picking us at random to abduct and take samples from 

they're recording our moves chronologically 

think of all the things we don't know about life 

like why our skin colours range between black and white 

why are there different languages spoken in different countries 

why do we hate our 'brothers'. we- all- bleed- red- 

so do the animals we kill, for our game and for our meal 

why do we kill all those that we consider below ourselves 

what is with our society 

we are selfish creatures, that are controlled by injections 

from these dull eyed beings 

those of grey are masters of our life 

we delude ourselves that we are in control 

we are simple lifeforms, we have low intelligence 

we are nothing more than aliens' pets 

we make aimless journeys, just to visit places we've seen 

in some glossy brochure or on a screen 

see the lights in the sky at night, what are they? 

you stop and stare, you are paralysed by a blinding light 

wake up- on steel, you are lying on your back 

held down- with clamps, there's a machine above you 

alien- device, testing the threshold of your pain 

pierces- your eyes, with a fine needle 

feel their presence, they're standing along side you 

operating the machine, preparing more tests to go 

they do not have mercy, they see it as a sin 

they start to drill, inside your cerebrum 

-you- cannot cry- forced- submission- 

they force a needle into you and 

you drift back to where you were 

while they cut you finely and 

inspect every part for contaminants 

that you've induced so they can make new poisons 

for the next human, on which they experiment.