Music video for "Pyramidi" by Radioinactive. Directed by Anisa Qureshi. From the album Pyramidi on Mush Records. www.mushrecords.com. Lyrics: Prophet of god In quest of the uttermost Long have you searched the distances for your ship And now your ship has come and you must needs go Deep is your longing for the land of your memories And the dwelling place of your greater desires And our love would not bind you Nor our needs hold you Yet this we ask ere you leave us That you speak to us and give us of your truth This is a journey Into the desert As I enter the measure On the back of a camel That was robotic And I got it from a lizard-man That came from a hole in the sky That came down in a prehistoric time With a holographic rhyme Accelerating mankind From a grunting Hunting caveman To an upright More intelligent slave hand With obedience to follow an invisible diplomat So follow my orders Or you'll be punished In the desert storm In the sand where the desert's warm Where the peasants' corn doesn't grow very well And there's a smell of frankincense Frankenstein is a mummy in a different way So save a dead pharaoh like your money in a recycled bottle With a genie in it Wait a minute Watch out for that evil genie who offers a wish But when you get what you wish for You'll wish you never picked up that bottle of spirits It's a burial ground You're grounded Put the marionette down How it amounted Puppeteer can you lower this price here I just met a man that came from the sky And I can't lie When he told me we were puppets in the world Controlled by the greed and the girls and the government And the preservation of the lizard people on the earth And the loss of the love Due to the cost of the goods Since our separation from our mother's womb at birth The tomb was searched And I found this here And I'll trade it for and explanation of the missing link I'm missing your point So I'll point this spear at your throat and I'll take it from you anyways Or there will be whips and running For the ship is coming And I'm running out of fuel for my jet pack (So get back Or suffer the wrath) Well the dance and the song of a people is a culture And a culture can be grown in a dish With a wooden test tube And a slide of earthenware And a hieroglyphic operating microscope I'm a creator god And I created you To erect a colossal monument For the mothership is coming to earth to snatch her people Also My uniform is made From a metal not of earth And we all can't go With respect to the exodus of slaves And the high tech petroglyph with a tractor beam Part the Red Sea And the Ark of the Covenant was weapon of religion for the visitors protecting their investment All the prototypes are really cheap when you buy them bootleg on a different planet Boot them up Transport the soldiers in the orbit to a moderate climate Upgraded from an older version of a primate DNA changed Rearranged So you can't remember who made you from an egg Back to the grave (Back to the grave)

• published: 14 Jun 2011
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