[Interlude 1]
They always start with a kind of storm. [?] real powerful storm. And there's always this um... dark, thick rain, like fresh motor oil. [...] storm started, somethin' happened. His face. His eyes were—were, uh—different
“By the time they tried to evacuate the cities, it was already too late. The infection was everywhere”
[Interlude 1]
They always start with a kind of storm. [?] real powerful storm. And there's always this um... dark, thick rain, like fresh motor oil. [...] storm started, somethin' happened. His face. His eyes were—were, uh—different
“By the time they tried to evacuate the cities, it was already too late. The infection was everywhere”
[Verse 1: DR. CREEP]
The virus is harvesting, what do you mean H7N3?
Begin life in a lab in the first war of vaccines
Million die in the first week in the pandemic dreams
Reality, black death, smallpox, mutated disease
Flu-shot propaganda for all population and troops
Avoid the plague; it might have seeped into the room
It's now airborne with firestorm, signal our doom
The dead returns with a pissed off zombie mood
The sprinkler system equipped with AuAg
Where they round up survivors? In a cold facility
Watch the process of terror from the hill near the stream
I remain in a gas mask; I still filter my water clean
This isn't past tense or the plague of Athens
Couldn't be eradicated like smallpox in action
Avian influenza in the jetstream is how it happens
2020 combined with coronavirus, bodies stacking
[Interlude 2]
“The world is now at the start of the influenza pandemic.”
“It started as rioting. It was in the street outside. It was coming through windows....”
“Sequence the virus and determine its origin”
“It was a virus”
“Something in the blood”
“A virus which has been engineered at a genetic level to be helpful rather than harmful”
[Scratches: DJ MAD HANDZ]
“This city's sick like disease and it can't be cured”
“Few that remained, their brain's stained with the bloodshed”
“In a smokescreen state” “Death, disease”
“You feel a burning sensation” “Nothing remains”
“This city's sick like disease
And it can't be cured” “Few that remained
Their brain's stained with the bloodshed” “In a smokescreen state”
“Death, disease” “You feel a burning sensation”
[Verse 2: Lone Ninja]
You'll have to act fast, grab your gas mask
Bad disaster has passed
Anarchy, cataclysm
Stand guard please, blast your big guns
Havoc's begun, viral outbreak
Tragic things done, crowds renounce faith
Atrocious horror witnessed, broke the hopes of optimistic
Scope is post-apocalyptic
Lone is harsh and vicious, gross and darker
Throwing darts, blow apart the wicked
Foes know I'm sadistic
Cold, my aura is sick, soldiers start resistance
Enemy troops in NBC suits
We shoot, then we regroup
Conquer weak with armed fleet
Bomb the streets with DR. CREEP
[Interlude 3]
“The scientific criteria for an influenza pandemic have been met”
“You need a doctor to tell you that”
“This virus is human”
“Radio stopped broadcasting. There were reports of infection in Paris and New York”
“The army blockades were overrun”
“What scientists know about this new strain”
“Decided to raise the level of influenza pandemic alert”
[Scratches: DJ MAD HANDZ]
“This city's sick like disease and it can't be cured”
“Few that remained, their brain's stained with the bloodshed”
“In a smokescreen state” “Death, disease”
“You feel a burning sensation” “Nothing remains”
“This city's sick like disease
And it can't be cured” “Few that remained
Their brain's stained with the bloodshed” “In a smokescreen state”
“Death, disease” “You feel a burning sensation”
[Interlude 4]
Can I look at one of these gas masks?
Sure. What do you wanna look at?
[Interlude 1]
Tosaíonn siad i gcónaí le cineál stoirme. [?] Storm fíor-chumhachtach. Agus tá sé seo i gcónaí Um ... dorcha, báisteach tiubh, cosúil le ola úr úr. [...] Thosaigh Storm, Tharla Somethin. A aghaidh. Bhí a shúile, bhí sé difriúil
"Faoin am a rinne siad iarracht na cathracha a aslonnú, bhí sé ró-mhall cheana féin. Bhí an t-ionfhabhtú i ngach áit "
[Véarsa 1: Dr. Creep]
Tá an víreas ag baint, cad a chiallaíonn tú H7N3?
Tosaigh an saol i saotharlann sa chéad chogadh vacsaíní
Milliún bás sa chéad seachtain sa aisling paindéimeach
Réaltacht, bás dubh, bolgach, galar mutated
Propaganda lámhaigh fliú do gach daonra agus trúpaí
Seachain an plague; d'fhéadfadh sé gur tháinig sé isteach sa seomra
Tá sé anois aerbheirthe le firestorm, comhartha ár ndomhan
Na tuairisceáin marbh le giúmar zombie pissed
An córas sprinkler atá feistithe le AuAG
Áit a dtéann siad suas marthanóirí? I saoráid fhuar
Féach ar phróiseas na sceimhle ón gcnoc in aice leis an sruth
Fanann mé i masc gáis; Táim fós ag scagadh mo uisce glan
Ní aimsir chaite é seo nó plague na hAithne
Ní fhéadfaí é a dhíothú mar bholgach i ngníomh
Is é an fliú éanúil sa jetstream conas a tharlaíonn sé
2020 in éineacht le coronavirus, comhlachtaí cruachta
[Interlude 2]
"Tá an domhan anois ag tús an phaindéim fhliú."
"Thosaigh sé mar chrannchur. Bhí sé ar an tsráid lasmuigh. Bhí sé ag teacht trí fhuinneoga .... "
"Seicheamh an víreas agus a bhunadh a chinneadh"
"Ba víreas é"
"Rud éigin san fhuil"
"Víreas atá á innealtóireacht ag leibhéal géiniteach a bheith cabhrach seachas díobhálach"
[Scratches: DJ MAD HANDZ]
"Is galar tinn an chathair seo agus ní féidir é a leigheas"
"Is beag duine a d'fhan, dhaite a n-inchinn leis an gclaonadh fola"
"I stát Smokescreen" "Bás, Galar"
"Mothaíonn tú ceint dhóite" "Níl aon rud fós ann"
"Galar cosúil leis an gcathair seo
Agus ní féidir é a leigheas "" a d'fhan sé sin
A bhfuil a n-inchinn dhaite leis an "" "i stát deataithe"
"Bás, galar" "Braitheann tú ceint dhóite"
[Véarsa 2: ninja aonair]
Beidh ort gníomhú go tapa, greim a fháil ar do masc gáis
Tá droch-thubaiste rite
Anarchy, cataclysm
Seasamh garda le do thoil, soinneáin do gunnaí móra
Tosaigh Havoc, Ráig Viral
Rudaí tragóideacha a rinneadh, crúiscí a thréigean creideamh
Bhris uafás atrocious, an dóchas dóchasach
Tá an raon feidhme iar-apocalyptic
Tá an duine aonair crua agus fí, comhlán agus níos dorcha
Caitheamh dairteanna, buille óna chéile an ghránna
Tá a fhios ag foes go bhfuil mé brónach
Fuar, tá mo aura tinn, tosaíonn saighdiúirí friotaíocht
Trúpaí namhaid in oireann nbc
Táimid ag shoot, ansin déanaimid athghrúpáil
Conquer lag le cabhlach armtha
Buama na sráideanna leis an Dr. Cromán
[Interlude 3]
"Tá na critéir eolaíochta le haghaidh paindéime fliú comhlíonta"
"Teastaíonn dochtúir uait chun é sin a insint duit"
"Is é an víreas seo an duine"
"Stop an raidió craoladh. Bhí tuairiscí ar ionfhabhtú i bPáras agus i Nua-Eabhrac "
"Bhí ró-bhacainneoirí an Airm"
"Cad atá ar eolas ag eolaithe faoin mbrú nua seo"
"Shocraigh sé leibhéal foláirimh paindéimeach an fhliú a ardú"
[Scratches: DJ MAD HANDZ]
"Is galar tinn an chathair seo agus ní féidir é a leigheas"
"Is beag duine a d'fhan, dhaite a n-inchinn leis an gclaonadh fola"
"I stát Smokescreen" "Bás, Galar"
"Mothaíonn tú ceint dhóite" "Níl aon rud fós ann"
"Galar cosúil leis an gcathair seo
Agus ní féidir é a leigheas "" a d'fhan sé sin
A bhfuil a n-inchinn dhaite leis an "" "i stát deataithe"
"Bás, galar" "Braitheann tú ceint dhóite"
[Interlude 4]
An féidir liom breathnú ar cheann de na masks gáis seo?
Cinnte. Cad é ba mhaith leat breathnú air?