Sig Alert - Emperor X

We deployed in annoying cloying defenseless staggering hordes

We advanced unencumbered and free

We ran out of grenades

All the lamps on the 405 were knocked out

It was freezing and no one could see

Hold up!

Hold up!

Our rent’s not paid, and all Westwood’s on lockdown

The med center generator’s out

There’s no honor in striking the wind

Blowing isotopes on the harbor freeway

To win the short-term fight

Would form counter-productive debris

«Hold up!»

the congregation sang

«Revival!

Hosanna!

We have no systems left to shock

And we’re awestruck!

Raise your hands

Because there’s hope

That we’ll hold them back at La Brea

Where we can cope

And attend to an influx of new refugees from the war!"

Hold up!

Hold up!

Alarming ping

And aplastic anemia

Held your shoulders down

Your girlfriend laughs

At the tag on your sleeve