RidleysXENOMORPH

Mechanical He acts like a Man He speaks like a Man He feels nothing He thinks like a Man He Loves like a Man He Eats like a Man He feels nothing He drinks like a or a Man He serves for a Man He works for a Man He feels nothing He ends like a Man except he expires while others die.

These bastards come at us again Hateful screeching is there war cry A discarded weapon a hateful piece In a space jockeys basement They do linger like a rotting piece of skin With no discrimination They kill and that is all they know How do the fit in to the universal plan A dark Bloch A melancholy sky these creatures cover the earth From bays to bones As the youthful soldiers Cry's