In a glittering room on some shadowy world, something's not quite right...
Foreseeing our doom, hoping to change the past, a man's playing with time.
Under false pretense, he tricked the government into funding his toy.
Now they're onto him and soon they will end his smart little ploy...
All the dials and bulbs
Lighted with colors,
Blinking, flashing white,
Sounding through the night...
On an official quest, in a sliding fast ship, soldiers are coming...
They are ready to act, to alter the facts, take out their target...
They do as they're told, so reckless and cold, restlessly moving...
Only but tools, silly old fools, headed for disaster...
All the dials and bulbs
Lighted with colors,
Blinking, flashing white,
Sounding through the night...
Dr. Spinoza created a time machine
To modify and better what has come to pa**
With his masquerade, no one knew what they had seen.
Oh what a charade, only to save us from ourselves!
With a bang, it shook and came to life,
And suddenly all was bathed in light.
In a flash, time and space were merged and twisted around!
With a clash, it all fell apart.
When they came, the soldiers searched the grounds...
But there was nothing left to be found!
Dr. Spinoza created a time machine
To modify and better what has come to pa**
With his masquerade, no one knew what they had seen.
Oh what a charade, only to save us from ourselves!