Jellyfish Songtext
von The Constructus Corporation
Jellyfish Songtext
Fuck my vow of silence, I? m about to spark some crazy-psycho shit
I? m very un-get-rid-of-able like your baby? s microchip
We on some intelligent interaction
Dig a little deeper maybe find something
Fully randomized, vandalize psyches with bad advice
Analyze shit, then atomize sacrifices
Metatron one fucking shit up like a megaton bomb
Can I get a bam bam
You travelling through an indefinite darkness absorbed by the gentle, sentimental hum of your starship
There? s always a lot of uncommon phenomena up in your monitor
All-of-a-sudden a beautiful shot of andromeda pops up, check it out
As I practice my acupuncture on these cute little dolls
You burning, I? m coming at you, you swerving? flirting with your yearning
Truth juice squirting? blurting disconcerting shit
You jerking, I? m working, converting? turning you hurting, squirming
Getting exactly what you deserving
Ladies and gentlemen, sisters and brethren
Move around like we removed your skeleton
Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish
Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish
I? m not some super-calloused, fragile mystic plagued with halitosis
I? m just a cat kicking facts that chill right underneath your noses
Showbiz is just a bunch of flashy hocus pocus
Me, I? m still into good old-fashioned mass hypnosis
It? s metatron merrily scoping out his enemies
La la la, like a happy little sea-anemone
The battle lasts up until my nemato blasts connect
Roach-infested scallywags get digested
Damn, I didn? t mean to frighten the lambs
I? m just a man. Standing with a mic in his hand
Hyping the track, inducing excitement attacks
With these futuristic nursery rhymes
That you? ll probably only catch after the first three times, so press rewind
Or just nod your head or shake your behind
Be kind to idiots, fuck being ruthless
That eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth shit? ll leave us all blind and toothless
Oh my god look, it? s real live, vibe-manipulator rocking the mic, like a flight simulator
The super-naturalistic mind-stimulator
Breaking it down for these humans
Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for part two then
Excuse me, I? m talking to you man.
Aren? t you sick of the non-biodegradable, readily available products you consuming
Mow while I? m asking you this, I? m also kind of like assuming
You know that every cultural revolution is sparked by an art movement
If you didn? t know you? d better get ready for a mother fucking rude awakening
Cos I? m sorry but I can? t have anyone disrupting my communicative link
Is everybody still with me? howzit bru
It? s the year two thousand two, but there still a lot of cats walking around without a clue
There? s something gumming up the plumbing
That? s why you umming and uhhing and I know it? s fucking annoying
Not being able to pinpoint the source of all your confusion
But you need to stop worrying about your problems and start thinking about solutions
So come on, jump up and pump up your fist
Constructus is all up in this mother fucker
Exposing all the evil
We? ve been sent to protect and serve all the people
I? m very un-get-rid-of-able like your baby? s microchip
We on some intelligent interaction
Dig a little deeper maybe find something
Fully randomized, vandalize psyches with bad advice
Analyze shit, then atomize sacrifices
Metatron one fucking shit up like a megaton bomb
Can I get a bam bam
You travelling through an indefinite darkness absorbed by the gentle, sentimental hum of your starship
There? s always a lot of uncommon phenomena up in your monitor
All-of-a-sudden a beautiful shot of andromeda pops up, check it out
As I practice my acupuncture on these cute little dolls
You burning, I? m coming at you, you swerving? flirting with your yearning
Truth juice squirting? blurting disconcerting shit
You jerking, I? m working, converting? turning you hurting, squirming
Getting exactly what you deserving
Ladies and gentlemen, sisters and brethren
Move around like we removed your skeleton
Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish
Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish
I? m not some super-calloused, fragile mystic plagued with halitosis
I? m just a cat kicking facts that chill right underneath your noses
Showbiz is just a bunch of flashy hocus pocus
Me, I? m still into good old-fashioned mass hypnosis
It? s metatron merrily scoping out his enemies
La la la, like a happy little sea-anemone
The battle lasts up until my nemato blasts connect
Roach-infested scallywags get digested
Damn, I didn? t mean to frighten the lambs
I? m just a man. Standing with a mic in his hand
Hyping the track, inducing excitement attacks
With these futuristic nursery rhymes
That you? ll probably only catch after the first three times, so press rewind
Or just nod your head or shake your behind
Be kind to idiots, fuck being ruthless
That eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth shit? ll leave us all blind and toothless
Oh my god look, it? s real live, vibe-manipulator rocking the mic, like a flight simulator
The super-naturalistic mind-stimulator
Breaking it down for these humans
Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for part two then
Excuse me, I? m talking to you man.
Aren? t you sick of the non-biodegradable, readily available products you consuming
Mow while I? m asking you this, I? m also kind of like assuming
You know that every cultural revolution is sparked by an art movement
If you didn? t know you? d better get ready for a mother fucking rude awakening
Cos I? m sorry but I can? t have anyone disrupting my communicative link
Is everybody still with me? howzit bru
It? s the year two thousand two, but there still a lot of cats walking around without a clue
There? s something gumming up the plumbing
That? s why you umming and uhhing and I know it? s fucking annoying
Not being able to pinpoint the source of all your confusion
But you need to stop worrying about your problems and start thinking about solutions
So come on, jump up and pump up your fist
Constructus is all up in this mother fucker
Exposing all the evil
We? ve been sent to protect and serve all the people
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