This Song Is About The 2017 Video Game Prey And Not About Famed Leicestershire Cricket Captain Ewart Astill lyrics

[Verse 1]
Another day, another spin of the atlas
Another day, another calendar page stacked up
Pull myself up off the mattress, get changed
Then make a cup of the black stuff
I've had enough practise, practically captive
A lab rat running laps, hapless
Red eyed like rastas
I'm either very tired or something's happened, disastrous
The redder the sclera, the bigger the terror
I regret, there's been a bit of clerical error
I've been subjected to medical tests
That have hyper-developed my genitals
Jealous?

[Verse 2]
It's the genesis, fellas
Neuromods
To ride the punany, here me now
Wish I had this earlier, it's criminal
I could've lived as long with a willy this minimal
Now, I'm enhancing my chances
Of dancing with phantoms
That haven't had a man that's as handsome
Holding their sanctum, the mansion to ransom
While humming the national anthem
A panther run rampant from aft to foredeck
Don't ask whats before Dec, it's "Ant and"
Put on a Londoner accent
And you can rhyme it with PJ and Duncan (Danke schön)
Gang Starr, tailing prey
Transtar, Bailey Jay
Moby di*k on a Mobius Strip
No whaling this way, sail away
[Pre-Chorus]
Sail away
Sail away
Sail away
Sail away
Sail away

[Chorus]
Talos One
Floating in space
Ballast, gone
No hope in this place
Phallus, dong
Stop joking
It's taking any remaining pathos
Out of the song
What a shameful waste

[Verse 3]
I told them to make it
And they made it
Probably nothing to do with me
But never mind, I'll take it
Never mind, I'll take it (Never mind, I-)
Never mind, I'm Morgan Yu
Who you talking to? Don't mind me
I'm just sorting through resources
To recycle a knife fork and spoon
And I might leave you covered all in Gloo
With shimmering shine like a morning dew
You've been sleeping, haven't you?
Dormez vous
[Verse 4]
Dark harvest, marvellous
I'm a bast*rd, my style is fatherless
Shout to Osiris, Joe Bananas
Far from harmless when I go bananas
Mad scientist, I'm not clothed in armor
Do it Bruno Mars style, no pyjamas
I'm that bloke in dramas
Fulfilling the trope, hero protorgonist
Forcing rhymes in broken english
Like I'm twiddling the dial on a broken wireless
Psychotronic science is quite horrid
Take a Typhon and a siphon the life from it
Now, we're surprised that they want to fight for it?
It's an eye for an eye and mine's bollocks-ed
So, now, I'm a fight-oholic
Ready to bounce like a lowrider's hydraulics