Signed by Tyme, gatefold album sleeve with artwork from the wonderful Gabriella Moxey. Has acquired the ability to stand up all by itself.
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Tyme envisions a cold, desolate future, conjuring up imagery of a superweeds that swallow whole towns, gangs of tomatoes roaming the streets and a mutant plague killing billions of humans every day.
There's reports of a mutated force rising.
We've formed our resources and we're fighting.
Forced human voices into hiding
Of course there will be left nobody left surviving
Never get caught out of your house past 8, walk through parks late.
Creeping in the shadows, is a creature with a fast pace,
All it took was one modification in a glass cage,
human size caterpillars stealing all your cash made.
Teeth turned into knife blades, toxic is the poison sprayed.
Obnoxious and quite dismayed but not the worst that we create.
We've seen a super weed, can swallow a whole town.
A Carnivorous plant, that's found all over the world now.
It's seeds razor sharp, ninja stars that tunnel underground,
all our water resources taken from our surrounds.
Look through the forest that the super weed constructs,
we used to eat fruit, now the fruit consumes us.
There's Gangs of Tomatoes don't let them get cut.
You'll be diced in a salad with some dressing made up.
There's Madness, distrust. Havoc and disgust,
nomadic and we must eradicate this bunch.
There's a mutating virus, that finds us, and violence is vital to its survival.
Fights like a war inside you.
It's a plague, that means we're all going to die soon.
Quite rude. Billions wiped out before the nights through.
Mosquitos the size of me, not surprisingly
spread disease easily, your bloodstream they seek.
Dive like a fighter jet, faster than you expect,
repellent, irrelevant, a split second and your dead.
stressing with the rest, no guessing what is next,
bunkered down, we formulate, coordinate unrest.
The moment is coming our opponent is cunning,
and we're so sick of running so its time to stand for something,
want to take our home town cos it's the place that we're loving,
no discussions, as we wait heart thumping uncontained.
Past waiting lets invade, thousands charge fuelled with hate,
but knew the plans that we had made, wiping out the human race.
We should have seen it coming, saw the signs and introduction
The problem was constructed more food needed production.
The substance genetically modified in abundance, no time or need to consider the repercussions.
It had to happen, people don't get fed from discussions.
We needed more food people starving in great numbers.
Once 8 billion humans roamed the earth,
the solution was obvious and backed by research.
Bigger crops, larger yields, despite a drop in rainfall still,
manage to build, the output will. But now it's been revealed.
Health defects, as the poison's more potent,
every weed immune to the chemicals we showed them,
DNA combined til its mutated and broken,
no way to rewind so they're here to stay and they're growing.
Eventually the virus wiped the human race,
and the mutated caterpillars stood in our place.
released May 1, 2015
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