The Javelin
A space odyssey, oddity i found myself flippin switches
nuclear fissions, hyperspeed travelin ravelin time and space we make haste our destination
on the Javelin, cannons charged and armed ready to fade life forms born of evil
extrinsic flow i form from space dust, universal upheavals i never deal with,
merely rip it apart particle beam rifle theirs nothing left but a galactic myth
sift through federation junk to find the funk forgotten, I'm the cyberpunk
A tree trunk of dystopic macrocosm I'm crackin open, galactic confederates i'm smokin,
chockin', portraits of corspes in outerspace vacuums suckin em up like quarters,
The bounty hunter you can't afford to confront,
My warship treasure hunts and your head...
slices clean a stump
Space desperados discovering the final frontier,
the de facto nebula pirate the blood smear I acquired
with choir of laser fire,
droppin the night's tear changin gears to lightsaber survival,
i never desire the higher ground,
technological bound I gouge alien hounds with plasma
dodgin miasma
creating a phantas-magoria
I morph many chasms on imperial surface,
man the turret squirting and gore through the corrupted planet
worlds reverting to desert forms - converting to glass,
the matchstick smoke left swirling I jack all assets,
return to space to face the fate of a universal threat,
beset on beginning the ending of lifeforms ascending infinity high
the everlasting outlaw,
A galactic warlock casting incantations rich in finger trigger twitch
I lynch single handedly smite holographic assasins and block lasers
no coherent light to map three dimensional ninja might
I withstand the night,
fight under force fields, appeal your commander's life
smuggle funk blueprints written in ancient hieroglyphics
distill my flight suit and imbue with groovy smoothness
I intend to remove this corporate fool commanding the new galactic order
with transcended prose improvements of hero-overexposure
i mentally break the border of the universe
The last galactic paladin
nuclear fissions, hyperspeed travelin ravelin time and space we make haste our destination
on the Javelin, cannons charged and armed ready to fade life forms born of evil
extrinsic flow i form from space dust, universal upheavals i never deal with,
merely rip it apart particle beam rifle theirs nothing left but a galactic myth
sift through federation junk to find the funk forgotten, I'm the cyberpunk
A tree trunk of dystopic macrocosm I'm crackin open, galactic confederates i'm smokin,
chockin', portraits of corspes in outerspace vacuums suckin em up like quarters,
The bounty hunter you can't afford to confront,
My warship treasure hunts and your head...
slices clean a stump
Space desperados discovering the final frontier,
the de facto nebula pirate the blood smear I acquired
with choir of laser fire,
droppin the night's tear changin gears to lightsaber survival,
i never desire the higher ground,
technological bound I gouge alien hounds with plasma
dodgin miasma
creating a phantas-magoria
I morph many chasms on imperial surface,
man the turret squirting and gore through the corrupted planet
worlds reverting to desert forms - converting to glass,
the matchstick smoke left swirling I jack all assets,
return to space to face the fate of a universal threat,
beset on beginning the ending of lifeforms ascending infinity high
the everlasting outlaw,
A galactic warlock casting incantations rich in finger trigger twitch
I lynch single handedly smite holographic assasins and block lasers
no coherent light to map three dimensional ninja might
I withstand the night,
fight under force fields, appeal your commander's life
smuggle funk blueprints written in ancient hieroglyphics
distill my flight suit and imbue with groovy smoothness
I intend to remove this corporate fool commanding the new galactic order
with transcended prose improvements of hero-overexposure
i mentally break the border of the universe
The last galactic paladin