Plot
Somewhere in space time an evil entity disguised as a comet circles the galaxies in search of memories, in search of souls, in search of Takeover. It came upon a planet whose people resisted the darkness and vowed to defeat the shadows in the future on the planet Earth. Years later, before the comet approached Earth, a science team was dispatched to implant infertile human females with alien DNA programmed to wake-up at a predetermined time and place. Somehow, the Comet Consciousness learned of the awakening and altered the time line to prevent it. In the shadow time line, one of the alien special seeds Kristaya Turner, dreams of alternate realities and seeks the help of Doctor Dream. Aided by corrupt world leaders, the Comet Consciousness already controls most of Earth, whose willing participants don't suspect that their memories are being stolen through video games, and re-packaged for sale to galactic dealers. The Allspace agent arrives during the darkest days, and must awaken Kristaya out of her shadow dream to see everything in a different light. The Power Protocols have intoxicated humanity into betraying their own people in the pursuit of greed and profit. No one knows their true fate as the time lines unfold into the Parallel Paradox. The What a Wonderful Worm snakes its way through the time lines and crashes the world's computer systems. Reality becomes a game show, and video games take center stage in the Crossroads of Crossover. Kristaya must intervene before Memcorr uploads humanity's memories into the Comet Consciousness, and plunge Earth into the shadows forever. Kristaya's personal struggle is a path of enlightenment over darkness as she must discover her true identity and come to grips with her alien humanity. Only Doctor Dream knows what she's thinking. But, Total Takeover happens before you think.
Keywords: action-noir, comet, end-of-the-world, hyphen-in-title, hypnosis, punctuation-in-title
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Well, I know that you're tired of living this way
We've been trying to get high without having to pay
The walls are all empty, it's not a permanent state
Just let me tell you that it's not too late
You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain
You're a drain brain, you go on and on like a blood stain
Well, you know I ain't selfish, there's always a way
If a thing ain't worth having, you're having to pay
You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain
You're a train brain, you go on and on like a blood stain
Got so much to offer, but I can't pay the rent
I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent
Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne
You stole all my silk but you gave me no change
You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain
You're a train drain, you go on and on like a blood stain
Got so much to offer, but I can't pay the rent
I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent
Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne
You stole all my silk, you left me no change
You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain
You're a train drain, you go on and on like a blood stain
You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain
I hear the bells of freedom chiming
And inside my heart I feel I'm dying
Wise guys never compromise
They they loose their rights and they act surprised
Jail really cuts ya down to size
Let the punishment fit the crime
The footprints on (the sign the time)
The philosophy of (warish crime)
Make a man humble in his prime
You can go up, down, or sideways
Be on Death Row, counting the days
They say the answers are blowin' in the wind
And to take yourself out would really be a sin
You just have to cope and start over again
Let the punishment fit the crime
The footprints on (the sign the time)
The philosophy of (warish crime)
Make a man humble in his prime
Little child cries in his sleep
And life makes promises it can't keep
And then you had, had enough
You realize somehow, someway
Your destiny was planned from the very first day
Let the punishment fit the crime
The footprints on (the sign the time)
The philosophy of (warish crime)
Make a man humble in his prime
Let the punishment fit the crime
Sometimes I feel really glad
Looking back at the fun we've had
But sometimes I want so much more
Than this tug of war
I'm longing for
Swinging scenes in magazines
They're just distant dreams now
Some say it feels really bad
When those vicious tongues, begin to wag
But somehow all those paper lies
Just anaesthetise the passers by
The faceless clowns that put me down
Don't bring me down
I'm lost inside this brain drain
Taking me over
Somehow, I get to play the fame game
Lost inside this brain drain
I used to long for
A call to action, a strange attraction
Somehow I'm not ready for
Feeling bored and wanting more
The radio plays like a uniform
And dips you brains in chloroform
They're so concerned
The spoken word
Seems so absurd
I'm lost inside this brain drain
Taking me over
Somehow, I get to play the fame game
Lost inside this brain drain
I used to long for
A call to action, a strange attraction
It's never the way it goes
Just in time, too late to know
I've realised
I'm lost inside
I'm mesmerised
I'm lost inside this brain drain
Taking me over
Somehow, I get to play the fame game
Lost inside this brain drain
Well I feel no pain?
The battle is my ball and chain
Am I insane?
My breath smells like kerosene
Don't tou look at me
I'm a sight for sore eyes to see
I can't believe
Well I'm a walkin' talkin' misery
Brain drain, one ninety grain
It's not the caine, not the Mary Jane
But the golden grain
Oh don't you touch my bottle
You might drop it break it then I die
If life's worth living, then tell me why I cry the blues?
But don't you pray for me
I don't need your fuckin' sympathy
Just a little drink, it means about the same to me
Brain drain, oneninty grain
Am I insane?
Will I ever change?
Brain drain, oneninty grain
It's not the caine, not the Mary Jane
But the golden grain
I'm a redneck punk
Can't remember when I wasn't drunk
People say I stink
But I don't care what they think no
No colored whiskey
I don't drink that rock and roll
Pass that oneninty
And I'll say bye bye
Brain drain, oneninty grain
Am I insane?
Will I ever change?
Brain drain, oneninty grain
It's not the caine, not the Mary Jane
But the golden grain
Brain drain, oneninty grain
Brain drain, oneninty grain
Flying sphere of death
Commanded by a dark force
Brain drain!
Sucks out all your blood
Brain drain!
The evil can not die
Brain drain!
Let the funeral begin
Brain drain!
Skulldrill from
Beyond this world
From the hand of the tall man
i know why you made your choice but still i feel a bit
betrayed self-imposed suburban exile, white flight for
the modern day i hate to say it but you know it’s true
this city’s dying cuz of people like you you believed the
myth, you bought the lies of greener grass and bluer
skies you somehow think you’ll keep him safe from drugs
and guns in that place i hate to say it but you know it’s
true this city’s dying cuz of people like you the disease
takes control as the body is bled dry the ones who can
help it are running for their lives now from the distance