MMCM - Xenomorph Politics

MMCM - Xenomorph Politics Yo, here’s a tale from the dark, where monsters crawl, No chestbursters, just suits with a greed for all. Boardroom predators, parasitic regime, Trump’s government’s the nightmare that kills the dream. Like xenomorphs lurking in the corridors, Your administration's breeding corps. No heart, no soul, just a hive mind’s crawl, Infected halls where ambition’s the thrall. Black suits, slick ties, but the acid’s still inside, Corrosion spreading, can’t run or hide. Breeding chaos, no empathy shown, Hive’s queen crowned on a crooked throne. “Get away from her, you bitch!” - but you cling tight, Sucking all the life, no end in sight. Chestbursting truth with a hollow scream, Poison your people with a broken dream. Your policies pierce like the alien’s teeth, Slow death in shadows, creeping beneath. “Game over, man! Game over!” every day, While your lies infect and decay. Soulless creatures, crawling, biting, No compassion, just greed igniting. A hive of terror, cold and stark, Trump’s regime’s a chestbursting dark. Soulless creatures, crawling, biting, No compassion, just greed igniting. A hive of terror, cold and stark, Trump’s regime’s a chestbursting dark. Facehugged freedoms, strangled by deceit, Truth suffocated, gasping for heat. Your crew’s infected, blinded by lust, Greed’s their venom, corrosion’s dust. Parasites feeding off the public’s pain, Masking lies, fueling the strain. Corporate drones in a corporate hive, No chance to thrive, just survive. “They mostly come at night. Mostly.” Yeah, your lies hit in the dark, No light of day, just shadows stark. Ripley warned us — they breed to kill, Your government’s got that same cold thrill. No conscience, just a hunger for control, Alien invasion in the halls of the soul. Xeno-spit spit fire, acid in the wires, Feeding off the liars, empire of the flyers. No cure, no peace, just increase the lease, On fear and grief, a slow disease. Hive mind grind, blind to mankind, Trap locked tight, no way to unwind. From White House to the streets, infection’s deep, Parasite creeps, promises cheap. “This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.” But the nightmare’s not done, Your reign’s a horror movie, no happy run. This ain’t sci-fi, it’s a government cage, Hostile takeover, a violent rampage. You breed division, birth chaos and hate, Like xenomorphs creeping through every state. No rescue ship, no escape plan, Just a hive queen with a twisted brand. Chestbursted hope, dreams torn apart, In this alien war, where do we start? “I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.” Maybe the only way to cure this horror. Soulless creatures, crawling, biting, No compassion, just greed igniting. A hive of terror, cold and stark, Trump’s regime’s a chestbursting dark. So beware the alien in the seat of power, Parasites feast, this is their hour. Ripley fought, but the fight’s not done, The xeno-state’s creeping, nowhere to run. ------------------------------------------------------- [Audio output was generated using Udio/Lyrics by MMCM]