• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Blue Skin - Hawkwind
• Blue Skin - Nothingface
• Ballskin - Doom
• Pale Skin - I Declare War
• Blue Screen - Kap Bambino

No ballpoint pen
No type set in
The ultrasonic tapping machine
Takes control
Takes control
Issues its command
Clicking and clattering
Into the black Indian ink of night
Hieroglyphic ancient scrawl
It is written on the walls
Of history
Prick, prick, prick, ahh
Prick ahh
Prick ahh
Dot to dot
I'm bleeding for you
Bleeding for you
My blood is blue
Penetration too
Painless steel free
Surgically screened
The needle machine
The needle machine
The needle machine
The pain
Feel the pain
Feel the pain
Machine control
The needle machine
I feel
I feel
Prick, prick, prick my skin
Transfer inscribe
Images of sweet roses red
Blood drips
Blood drips
The tattooed hole in my skin
Drains the blood, my life blood
Prick ahh
Prick ahh
Prick ahh

I got my green eyes, I got my glass high
I got my thunder and it's rolling straight up inside
She's got the real, gave me a face lift
We got this spaceship and we're just a dot in the sky
Into the sun, return as nothing
Into the sun, return as nothing
I got machine guns and yes they're lots of fun
We got some bullets and we're mowin' everybody down
I got my blue skin and eat my dinner in sin
I got my pride now and I'm all shook up inside
Into the sun, return as nothing
Into the sun, return as nothing
Into the sun, return as nothing
Into the sun, return as nothing
My mother said that all we're angels
But I swear I saw the evil
Evil that bleeds from the sky, from the sky
From the sky, from the sky
So I can't help you now, you saved it for yourself
But you stole everything so you can see it when you
Wake up, you know there is nothing to worship
So fuck you, fuck her, fuck him
They'll kill everyone, we've got to stop them!
Off into the sun, return as nothing
Into the sun, return as nothing
Into the sun, return as nothing
Into the sun, return as nothing
We will spread to every continent
And devour every living thing on the face of the earth
Into the sun, return as nothing
Into the sun, return as nothing

The flow is towin, precision as a afro trim
All big letters but it isn't no acronym
Smacked the thin grin off a chin for crack smokin
DDT the first bar, leave this track back broken
Chrome grown men doin business with anglo sax and them
Lackin swing but that banjo's so relaxin
As the wax spin
Hackin axes in the wind, pretend its just a pen
See if you could pencil em in
Tense, mention men their honor fenced in
Sentence is tens (?)
The wheels fall off, then it's the end
Don't get killed hauled in, Villain always been
Feel real genuine ball skin
Not to call the whole crowd out, it's just a few chumps
And you know who you are like a shout out
Place em in your loud mouth and taste em like a pastry
Waste of space, face hastily, bow out gracefully
Disappear, reappear, disappear again
Villain not his hair, he's no Afro American (?)
If that's the case, he be a bald-headed African
Takin all the credit and jetted, astro-travellin
Turn the man into a mannequin for Affleck-in
And bein tough actin, tinactin bluff jackin
He's wears a mask so when he dawns his face
Each and every race, could absorb the bass
In the place to be
Don't believe the hyperbole
It's like a murder spree, get sniped verbally
Beat in the head with lead pipe languages
For street cred, leave em for dead, anguishes
The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses
And came to help the people with they minds in they
asses
And set trippin, get a grip like Spaulding

Five years
Four years too long
Living her life room to room
Bed to bed
She still prays
Her family still prays
Room to room
Bed to bed
She still prays
Sickness still sweeps her
Coughing and pale skin is what you see
Cables wrap around her sick body
She hopes it ends
She still prays
Her family still prays
Every tunnel she drives through she still wishes she will make it out alive
Questioning why people worship a man that suffered three short days on a cross
While she lay for five long years
Where is her book?
Where are her followers?
Dead and pale on the floor
You ask yourself
If there is a God

Your last messages say to me
I can't love you anymore
But i'm not this style of person
Who breaks relations by phone
The privacy can't exist again
All of us have kill her
We have decide to live
Just behind our blue screens
This is a tragical comedy