Tom Larkin - That Brahmatron Song lyrics

I was born on the precipice Born into retrograde In the bleak distant future of my mind is orbital decay I was born a son of famine Born into the knee of the curve Caught in a grip so foreign, that I'm wonderin' if it's a phantom Earth Now I'm livin' in a toxic nightmare warhead ball (Hanging by two-thirds of a thread) One hand hovers over it with nail scissors (That is all it takes) Baby please don't listen out for sacred octaves 'Cause if it falls, it falls on deaf ears And all you will feel is a white-hot mess I wouldn't say it's a god's kinda music, that we can listen to It's that Brahmatron song You know we've been singin' it all along Not a god's kinda music I wanna dance around the pit of the truth Singin' Brahmatrons song Just another level gone This is the year of the reboot, the sequel The satellite dish is servin' up 12 kinds of evil Year of the television fizz turnin' me off Well it don't add up, guess I gotta do some math again See if the bull has reigns Cause in the bleak distant future of my mind, lambs reach k**ing weight Oh the sounds they make I wouldn't say it's a god's kinda music, that we can listen to It's that Brahmatron song You know we've been singin' it all along Not a god's kinda music I wanna dance around the pit of the truth Singin' Brahmatrons song Just another level gone Baby tell me what you hear down there Even silence whispers cold, ringing out between the words I wouldn't say it's a god's kinda music, that we can listen to It's that Brahmatron song You know we've been singin' it all along Not a god's kinda music I wanna dance around the pit of the truth Singin' Brahmatrons song Just another level gone, it's gone Now if the void starts flickerin' We gotta show just a little bit of grace There ain't no power, savin' our souls now Brahmatron yawns at you. (Na na na na na na na) Brahmatron yawns at me, too Plenty of d** Dominion over animals Children of dogs, and skin deep cannibals Sip from the font, lap it up! You're just rugs! Taste the placenta of Miss Nightingale While she sutures the signs of attack! It's the new zodiac! Say it now, the new zodiac! Brahmatron yawns at you. (Na na na na na na na) Brahmatron yawns at me, too Sounds of alarm, reverberating strange; Equilateral, bis**ual triangles intersecting at parallel planes! They struck chords in serpent circles, echoed through the age! It's the new zodiac! You heard me, the new zodiac!