Altissima tecnologia e povertà, rivolte popolari, fame, sete, natura impazzita, fantasmi di guerre fredde e sistemi al collasso. Siamo così lontani dai "futuri" immaginati dal Dick in Blade Runner o dalle visioni violente di Verhoeven?
"Mi sono svegliato, con codici a barre tatuati sulla fronte. E' un incubo, tutti i miei famigliari sono morti. Devo chiamare Fred ma la linea è muta. Esco da solo, perchè è così che morirò. Tutto questo è folle, la mascella è bloccata e sbavo, sono fottuto, trattengo il fiato perchè l'aria è irrespirabile, non riesco più a pagare le bollette per l'ossigeno. Non c'è più futuro, vorrei che un negro venisse ad ammazzarmi. Il presidente ha dichiarato lo stato di emergenza. La guardia costiera è alla mia porta, ho bombe fatte in casa se vogliono la guerra. Non c'è più il sole, e mi hanno messo un fottuto chip da qualche parte. Sono un clone, un diverso me stesso. Sono un tizio high-tech, riceverai la mia bomba via mail, quindi se morerai oggi ci vedremo all'inferno, ci vedremo all'inferno, ci vedremo all'inferno."
[Sasha]
Hey, yo fuck it. I'm rollin in a 4-barrel Camaro, toward the Tribore, eyes
narrow East River flow with marrow, along side the bridge zombies
pushing bodies in wheel barrels, bitches sterile follow on crutches of
rusted arrows try to breath through esophagus stuffed with sparrows,
the imperial, terrarembrium, the spherical, I turn the steering wheel
and pull into a 7-Eleven, met up with Billy, Danny, Rob and Evan from the
fucking Bio, yo we down for survival with acid raindrenched skin infest-
ed by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think twice as I
try to pacify the pariah beside the driver and Shotgun kelly flips the
visor, time to devise a plan to reverse the demise of man before he's met
by the lastset of the sun, armageddon, no question to answer, disaster
results from behavior patterns. Earth lay raped, escape to saturn in a
capsule, thirteen days of travel. Upon arrival plans unravel, imbalance
of chemical pheremones, clones with no genitals surround us, we can't
fuck them, no means of reproduction. I hear a scream and turn in that
direction, 33-23-33, I see seven, coming toward us, to reward us...
Disorder, enter the Millenium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder
[Lord Humongous]
Armageddon, a new death is dawnin', I like the smell of napalm in the
morning, four riders of the apocalypse descend from the north, a fear in
my eye, I behold a pale horse. Armageddon, no time to cry we all die as
the sky turns red, the missles start to fly. Factionstake action, eleven
families rule, millenium approaches, survival of the roaches. Body
armor will make you feel calmer or safe from the drama, deplow stealth
military bombers, ass out, get down on your knees and pray; illuminati
takes your soul on the eve of judgement day as the armies of darkness
irradicate life and we all go to hell and satan fucks your wife. Strife, ter-
ror without a minute to pray, human beings at odds, peace becomes dis-
aray, I'm humongous from Mad Max, Lord of the Wasteland with crazy ill
troops all at my command, don't you ever fall victim to my master plan,
I'm the dealer of death and here's your motherfuckin' hand.
[D-Lux]
I'm ready to take back whatever they sold ya cuz the scheme is a secret
so nobody ever told ya, an underground illuminated tribe of radicals
ready to take forth and feast like cannibals, animals, huffing the fumes
of rotting flesh exhumed from the corpses of presisdents, dissents and
fools with a one way ticket from the temple of doom, dark sides of
moons and ill atomic booms leave the earth all shakin and full of
wounds from Krakatoa east of Java to Camaroon, and coming soon to a
theater near you, the end of everything that we once knew.
[Billy]
The grand finale strap my body with TNT, take the president and his
bitch with me tearing down the walls of this conspiracy, fuck skull and
bones and illuminati. Irradication of the land of the free but I'm the
brave, ain't going out like a motherfuckin' slave, neobarbaric post-
apocalyptic war, ground zero brooklyn, the world at war.
[Sticky Fingaz]
I woke up, bar codes on my forehead, it's a living nightmare, my families
all dead. I gotta call Fred but no dail tone, I'm out for
self cuz I'm gonna die alone, this is madness I'm drooling with the lock
jaw, my elevator don't go to the top floor, I hold my breath cuz the O2
killed, I'm suffocating, I can't pay my oxigen bill. There's no tomorrow, I
wish a nigga murder me, the president declared a state of emergency.
The coast guard bangin' at my front door, I got homemade bombs if they
want war. There's no sun, they put a fucking chip in me, I'm a clone, mat-
ta fact it's a different me. I'm high tech kid, you get a bomb in the mail, so
if you die today then I'll see you in hell, I'll see you in hell, see you in hell.
