That Brahmatron Song

I was born on the precipice
 Born into retrograde
 In the bleak distant future of my mind is orbital decay
 I was born a son of famine
 Born into the knee of the curve
 Caught in a grip so foreign, that I'm wonderin' if it's a phantom Earth
 Now I'm livin' in a toxic nightmare warhead ball
 (Hanging by two-thirds of a thread)
 One hand hovers over it with nail scissors
 (That is all it takes)
 Baby please don't listen out for sacred octaves
 'Cause if it falls, it falls on deaf ears
 And all you will feel is a white-hot mess
 I wouldn't say it's a god's kinda music, that we can listen to
 It's that Brahmatron song
 You know we've been singin' it all along
 Not a god's kinda music
 I wanna dance around the pit of the truth
 Singin' Brahmatrons song
 Just another level gone
 This is the year of the reboot, the sequel
 The satellite dish is servin' up 12 kinds of evil
 Year of the television fizz turnin' me off
 Well it don't add up, guess I gotta do some math again
 See if the bull has reigns
 Cause in the bleak distant future of my mind, lambs reach killing weight
 Oh the sounds they make
 I wouldn't say it's a god's kinda music, that we can listen to
 It's that Brahmatron song
 You know we've been singin' it all along
 Not a god's kinda music
 I wanna dance around the pit of the truth
 Singin' Brahmatrons song
 Just another level gone
 Baby tell me what you hear down there
 Even silence whispers cold, ringing out between the words
 I wouldn't say it's a god's kinda music, that we can listen to
 It's that Brahmatron song
 You know we've been singin' it all along
 Not a god's kinda music
 I wanna dance around the pit of the truth
 Singin' Brahmatrons song
 Just another level gone, it's gone
 Now if the void starts flickerin'
 We gotta show just a little bit of grace
 There ain't no power, savin' our souls now
 Brahmatron yawns at you. (Na na na na na na na)
 Brahmatron yawns at me, too
 Plenty of drugs,
 Dominion over animals,
 Children of dogs, and skin deep cannibals
 Sip from the font, lap it up! You're just rugs!
 Taste the placenta of Miss Nightingale
 While she sutures the signs of attack!
 It's the new zodiac! Say it now, the new zodiac!
 Brahmatron yawns at you. (Na na na na na na na)
 Brahmatron yawns at me, too
 Sounds of alarm, reverberating strange;
 Equilateral, bisexual triangles intersecting at parallel planes!
 They struck chords in serpent circles, echoed through the age!
 It's the new zodiac! You heard me, the new zodiac!