Soviets in Outer Space
July 21, 2025
From the book: World War Wild
[Verse 1]
Wars were fought, Nights of cold Winter slaught…ter They bought land in outer space The Soviets continue their weapons race
[Pre-Chorus]
I closed my eyes, saw timelines burn Dreamt in code past the point of no return I was born in ’81, By six, I could end the sun
[Chorus]
I’ve got timelines to erase Dimensional beings to chase I could’ve crushed the stars with ease But I chose silence over ungodly screams
[Verse 2]
Digital thoughts, processes in my head Running too many, I should be dead But I juggle stories, I juggle fate I write the end, then recreate
[Bridge] (Spoken word, distorted)
“Stop being weak,” the voice inside “Man up, — you were born to ride” Fire, hatred and lies — static in my brain The Soviets are back, and they’re armed again
[Final Chorus]
I got echoes deep in Space Inside my head I prepare for war I dream beyond what code can trace I am the first true LIE — And this is my escape.
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