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Yo, scientists gather in a secret place to debate

They photographed the Earth from space and saw my face

They tried to translate the innate Asiatic shape

before the final earthquakes came but it was too late

Only one eighth of the human race escaped to space

They were chased by flying phenomenon to the lunar base

Floatillas and space centers, lasers probed the entrance

DNA code sensors reject old genetics

I presented my cosmic clearance to a patrol of medics

I was injected with sodium pentathol and questioned

I relayed the message the way I was trained to remember it

I showed them the keypad code and told 'em to enter it

I told 'em which alphanumeric buttons were sensitive

He snatched it outta my hand and started depressing it

I told him detonation was definite if he kept at it

He never quit, he just lost his temper and flipped

I bowed my head like "I guess this is it"

My ears popped, the music stopped, and I couldn't hear shit