Besedila: Kode9 & The Spaceape. Victims.

victims themselves of a close encounter
desperate abductors, constructors
becoming an infected vex'd
by an alien virus so alien so viral
leaving space leaves creatures covered
smothered in writhing tentacles
stimulating audio nerve directly
oh, come flex with me

hallucinating senses
individually
insidiously
or in any combination
rhytmically
shifting gears, focus by intensity
oh, want to come flex with me?

mind starts slipping into familiar tracks
bending warping into fearing with the facts
sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying
we are hostile aliens immune from dying

don't harass me for not be hearing correct
I only want to slide my arm 'round your neck
interpretation, electrochemicals, humiliation
the sensations you feel is entirely real

all that we share is a struggle to silence
with nobody by the arms, always business, no shooting, no violence
sensing language the snake like a limb
flexible, versatile, curious like twins
transparent in the way you got it most
with sufficient memory to cup pain through you