Psycroptic - Of Dull Eyes Borne lyrics

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Have you ever asked yourself what is the purpose of life-

why is our history so unproven

why is there so many different stories of evolution

some may believe we evolved from primates

but others say that God created Adam and Eve

there are some who believe we were created from the soil.

I say no to this

we were created by aliens as was our entire world

for them we- are just an experiment

to be used by the aliens for scientific purposes

they gave us- such desire- so we are-

the creatures most likely to ruin our environment

they created all things, equal in the beginning

(but) throughout history, changed our psyches

Now the human race has lost its every bit of dignity

killing fellow beings as many die in poverty

self obsessed people are the downfall of society

aliens are impressed by our suicide ability.

-Bastards-

pulling on our puppet strings and

laughing as we scream and cry

they are watching us intently through the darkened skies

picking us at random to abduct and take samples from

they're recording our moves chronologically

think of all the things we don't know about life

like why our skin colours range between black and white

why are there different languages spoken in different countries

why do we hate our 'brothers'. we- all- bleed- red-

so do the animals we kill, for our game and for our meal

why do we kill all those that we consider below ourselves

what is with our society

we are selfish creatures, that are controlled by injections

from these dull eyed beings

those of grey are masters of our life

we delude ourselves that we are in control

we are simple lifeforms, we have low intelligence

we are nothing more than aliens' pets

we make aimless journeys, just to visit places we've seen

in some glossy brochure or on a screen

see the lights in the sky at night, what are they?

you stop and stare, you are paralysed by a blinding light

wake up- on steel, you are lying on your back

held down- with clamps, there's a machine above you

alien- device, testing the threshold of your pain

pierces- your eyes, with a fine needle

feel their presence, they're standing along side you

operating the machine, preparing more tests to go

they do not have mercy, they see it as a sin

they start to drill, inside your cerebrum

-you- cannot cry- forced- submission-

they force a needle into you and

you drift back to where you were

while they cut you finely and

inspect every part for contaminants

that you've induced so they can make new poisons

for the next human, on which they experiment.