Deny The Prophecy

The Great Airport Mystery

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There's no time to waste
We make our way through complex
After Brotron blows a hole in the wall
Shepherd in rot
The scent of flesh holds a palpable taste in lung

I see one of them over there, meandering
A plasma blast to the throat should suffice, methinks inside

All is fair in love and war
We can commandeer its ship and ride into the ports
Tell me you can drive this thing
Some schematics you can ascertain
Retrieve. Retrieve
There's not a second we can chance to waste

If there is time for fear, there's no time to fucking live
Hold fast to our destination, the hangar is in sight
We're getting off this planet, and the hangar doors are closing
Redirect their fire as the top is ripped from this transport
This shit is a convertible

There, I see a ship
That's our ticket off this hellhole
Departing now