Coastal Elite - Secret Terminal

Tank top, love handles Tube socks, Jesus sandals Cheap blender, ice bucket Raw oysters, yeah, give me one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri and laughs Here's to the boys at the factory No more building transmissions He's going deep sea fishing Catch a marlin, catch a tan Catch a local cover band Hey, you gotta watch that man He'll go coastal on ya Silver hair, silver Buick Winter's coming, better move it Southbound 'fore they get snowed under Call the kids, tell 'em see you next summer No more freezing their tails off It's cataract sunglasses and a round of golf Red skin, green plaid, margarita, dog track Before you know it Mom and Dad They'll go coastal on ya Sounds so good, got me thinking What do y'all say after I'm done singing We just take a little getaway Cruise it down the A1A Florabama to the Keys Better keep your eye on me I'll go coastal on ya I'll go coastal on ya, yeah, yeah Yeah, I'll go coastal on ya

Through the black, the hull is stacked Taking in the haul from Alshain Growing cracks, but still intact Encroaching on the Cygnus domain Beacon light within my sight The terminal is glowing in space Symbol for the free, but not for me I'm preparing to plead my case Like the moon is silent, consumed by the void All screams from inside are destroyed I was served an injustice as head of the Guard Unbalanced and covetous was my charge I have returned With malice that can't be unlearned I have arrived Like the rise of a massive tide Cygnus Terminal Iso Subject 5, where were you? Gone for 13 years and only aged 2 We deal with the terminal, we deal with death We are the bringers of balance; we are the lungs of the cosmic breath Iso Subject 5, your tracker was damaged at take-off How could you survive? We thought you were gone Cygnus Terminal Iso Subject 5, you say that's not your name? Isolation must have twisted your brain We deal with the terminal, we deal with death We are the bringers of balance, we are the lungs of the cosmic breath Iso Subject 5, you've strayed from your tests You must have lost your mind Why don't we just kill you now and put this all to rest? I crossed the Great Divide I now have command over time It's futile to object Now grant my parole from the Isolation Project All the years trapped in silence All there was to confide in Was my waning sense of worth Now reprieved of the tests My soul is battered at best But I've lived to see my rebirth Policies of my decree Once again, are enforced by me Epsilon, Pteropticon Failing now because of my leave LCD, at full capacity This is where I'll restart my work Take the names of those who caused me shame Be silent, swift, and deft on your search Like the moon is silent, consumed by the void All screams from inside are destroyed I have returned With malice that can't be unlearned I have arrived Like the rise of a massive tide