Swarm of insects,
the vectors of disease,
they'll take advantage
of decreased immunities!
Soon you'll struggle
to swallow your bread,
or, perhaps you'll decide
you're better off dead!
chorus:
It's the doom
of each successive generation
to be subjected
to progressive degradation.
You're the victims
of nuclear radiation:
Mutation Meltdown
consumes your population!
No better off
with advanced technologies,
and distant worlds
provide no sanctuaries.
Your peoples left their heyday
far behind,
and now they're dwindling -
relief they cannot find!
(chorus)
Chaotic growth without end,
with nothing but to descend.
Abhorrent sorrows behold,
twisting in numb cold.
Outlandish beasts
your wombs will nurse
the drivel of the universe -
a species with no sovereignty,
lacking own sense of identity.
Marooned and left to survive,
to burgeon in the mutant hive,
brains to fester and yearn -
solution they'll never learn!
The clutch stagnates and decays -
666 torturous days.
Extinction Vortex draws you in -
Mutation Meltdown always will win!