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Saturn to Sun

from Self Titled LP by Novatore

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battle star galactica, ready for total war
soldiers coming, laser guns in place of .44's
black suits and zipper boots for the new recruits
get the troops suited up, it's time to set the score
memories of earth, visions of an older day
everything in disarray I'm living in a nightmare
this black plague called humanity has slipped away
from extinction once again, I live in nowhere
enemies approaching radars to detect the motion
bootlickers get their chance to show devotion
probably hoping if we find a rock to settle on
that they would be remembered, more than likely be dismembered
board the ships, hide the fuel, and the bring the battle on
invoke the wicked, wake the timid with a cattle prong
i hear the battle song, the beat repeating on and on
every gate a hexagon, my life is a phenomenon

(hook 2x's)

it's star wars, not the movie this reality
every step- that we take could be fatality
space pirates in a war for fuel, we weaponized
looking for another planet just to colonize

verse 2

out in the atmosphere no roads or any atlas here
every man in fear no wrenches to the grinding gears
it was a tragic time, the year we had to disappear
earth no longer fit for life- skies no longer crystal clear
we need another rock to land upon, another habitat
to lay our filthy mother fucking hands upon
our times is running out, and I begin to doubt
ill see another year, refuse to live in constant fear
i think it better if we perished, and i know its sick
the life we cherished, don't exist because we murdered it
I aint believing that we'll break the cycle
we still at war out in the stars, locking bars and praising bibles
rivals creeping in the fleet must quickly stifle
feel the opposition rising, I just wanna rest a while
i might just sabotage this mission we've enstated
every battle won, i feel my life has been degraded

(hook 2x's)

Verse 3:

it's time to make a move, this is the final dance
I made a plan, to put my future in my own hands
we were celebrating victory, i play it like I give a fuck
but really it aint shit to me
a field of asteroids approaches in the distance
I've been plotting it for days and it seems the time is best
i wander off and shoot the pilot through his head
as we plunge into an asteroid I take my final breathe

(hook 2x's)

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from Self Titled LP, released January 2, 2016

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