Deltron 3030 Follow

[Verse 1]
Stardate 3040
Warpspeed to the new scenario, where we roam
Our tiny planet was continuously shrouded in darkness
From greed and anarchic conquest
The final operation, based ideas and proposals
Involving privateers, serving low blows to constellation patrol
Just to overthrow and obtain supplies for the side that they ride for
Privateer raids on the core system while the whole planet under war conditions
Taking more victims
Then a mutiny taking over government control in attempts to secure a new republic
What became of it?
Planetwide destruction
Constant weapon fire crushing any production
Of advancements of science
Technology to ease life's difficulty
Every tax dollar went to sweep crime
Off the street but the law would cheat each time
So operations backfire deafeating the design
Seems like a leap in time, back to simpler days
Where technological advances were minimal
Whoever survived were thrust into dimmer days
Every portion of the land decimated in a blaze
Law and order fractured

The star of the show was entertained but a bit afraid

[Hook]
It's the return, check it

Deltron zero and automator

It's like clockwork, it's just like clockwork

[Verse 2]
As I view a long stretch of sand dunes
And abandoned shacks and crack houses with rats out in the clear open
I see a few hopeful transients
Grab a frisky critter to roast for food
Don't know what to do, it was out of our hands
Now we gotta pull straws, figure out a plan
I'm mobbing with a posse, a clan
Of ragtag renegades, looking for liviving grenades
Live ammo, cus it's been on the stage
Cutthroat, corrupt folks
Pressure to much to cope
We see a woman get jumped by young punks
High off of Nitro 9
Ain't no life behind
Those black pupils
No scruples
No rules so
She at they mercy
Or so they first think
I leap first seeing perfect opportunity
Ah, socked two or three in the mouth
Without room to speak

The rest of our posse
Peek and nod[?]
And proceed to beat[?]
The bruisers confused and dizzy

Toss them in a trash compactor
Now they history
The woman was hysterical, in fits of grief
Yo miss, please calm down, they all gone now
Literally minced into little bits between pieces of leftover Chef Boyardee
Mixed with a couple of booty magazines

[Hook]

Final Frontier, desolates and pestilence
Vessels incapacitated, left vacant in a burning husk

Word is government does
Not control anyway

The streets have the last say
That's not hard to see
More cars than trees
Or more like lumps of metal

Nuclear fallout crawls out
And sometimes blinds people, leaving them with no sight
No rights, muggers in broad day
Similar to the ancient fables of the wild west
Or maybe just a trial or test
For humans who thought they were superior and more than houses of flesh
Highly upset

Human beings seeing no way
Going straight
Anarchy flows through the alleyways
Little chance for me and my band, go tooth and nail
Because music has the one glimmer the future entails
Can't nobody use it as well

Cause many quit the craft after the pay for it
Became minimal
Then the full republic backlashed to outlaw
Music production
Completely
It was discreetly
Neatly accomplished
Under our noses, but a few were still on the quest

To keep the globe whole, full, and vigilant
No matter what situations we living in
[Hook]