Scales of the Puppeteer

"They walk among you... not born of womb.
A flicker in the iris... the cold-blooded dawn.
Protocol: Harvest."

Crawling from the caves beneath the Nile
Shapeshift flesh in a hologram style
Synthetic smile, a politician's grace
Lizard tongue hides the human face

They wear your skin like a Sunday coat
Voting with fangs while the masses dote

Shed the mask!
(Feel the slit eyes glow)
Blood runs cold
(We are the ones below)
Shed the mask!
(Your DNA is spoiled)
Mekong Delta – the hive uncoiled!

CEO with a forked heartbeat
Genetic rewrite – make the masses obsolete
Moon is a station, the Earth is a farm
Your scream is just an alarm

I touched my reflection... it blinked too late
Scales on the inside... behold your fate
No longer human... just a vessel for the queen
The final metamorphosis... unseen

Shed the mask!
(Parliament of snakes)
Nuclear dawn
(For the old ones' sakes)
Shed the mask!
(Your bloodline is soiled)
Mekong Delta – the hive uncoiled!

They are already here...
They are already you...