Pass the Plasma

In space
No one can hear you scream
All I feel is your touch
What came
Drifting through the stars with no name
Rocks in my boots

[?] to wash my hands
Cyclites on the move
Just to ask
What could I do?

Pass me the plasma

Yes it’s true what they do to you
People like you
Your subconscious is their playground
They know no bounds
You think it’s you
You think it’s you
But they crawl into your ear

Fortunately I’ve got just the thing for you
Sit down and listen you twit
Here’s the scope
Worble wobble in their midst
Shows to us who’s boss
Destroy cyclites on sight
And you’re on your way to break the cycle
Today

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