I am borne up in the air, a vessel in the sky
I am but one of many taken.
We are as laboratory rats for experiments in pain
Kept alive for dissection
This must be a dream. This can't be happening
Tied down, it feels so real to me
Gagged and bound, no movement, no sound
I lie in terror and wait for the end to begin (Solo: Gord)
The creatures gather, revealing what they'll do with me
No words are spoken, but still I hear...
"You have been chosen, you should not fear
You are The Enlightener, your name will be revered!"
And while they gaze, robotic arms, each with blades
Rise up around me, and synchronized, begin their surgery
The Skin is peeled. Flesh is cut away
Organs removed, and placed before me
When will I die? They're keeping me alive!
This alien technology is cruel indeed...
I'm for dissection, kept alive for dissection
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