mission start
can you hear me planet
Im talking from my art
just to say wake up damn it
using us to consume
they get away with murder
we react like sheep
and there our herder
unless we rise back the missiles keep on rock-in
they'll never get us no where, we need to start talk-in
sounding like a rocket got my message in my breast pocket
you hear me go boom down the block in another room
blast into center of the earth with my voice
to let you know my choice
getting these ideas farther off the ground
will all be getting no where if we just sit around
if you wanna get high you gotta build your own
if no one else will get you there then go it alone
the life of an astronaut is a privet road
but its better being the dude that doesn't explode
we got to get up off our seats
start a fucking riot in the streets
I don't care how we let em know
these missiles gotta go
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