The Agony - Deltron 3030, Mary Elizabeth Winstead

My planet, my homeworld

Deltron Zero, plunder any and all — you’re first

Time has come to simply start

Living again, we have come to damn far

Existing only for benefits of other’s like worker bees

Until our birth is seized like Hercules

I burst and squeeze laser cannons

With a team of freelance mercenaries we standing

On our personal starship, with entertainment modules

Immerses you inside a world that’s all gold

Artificial, our ship is hard to hit too

Transport vessels we strip down to the nickel

Undercover agents with valuable information

About our winning aces against embassies and enemies

Shards of flying shrapnel destroys any objects closer than detonation

Leave em vegetation

Baby if you knew the agony

If you could see…

(rock these new flows, rock these new flows)

Now you’re witnessing the quick thinking

And dexterity of a sick genius

Deltron Zero, you a bit squeamish

Cause I’m rumored to brandish turbolasers in a fit of fiendish

Military demonstration destroyed in the blast, any trace of information

Related to my grand schemes garnishing support from other agents

Who can’t take it no more, going apeshit

My titanium funk reborn could be created

By gaining absolute power over my creations

From presentation to demonstration to penetration

To your psyche where you can take the reigns and

Form your own conclusion I restore your freedom

Before the industry made it a commodity you needed to buy back

Just a consumable that’s regulated through legislation

They make you jump through the Matrix

Superior technology wielded by the oddity

The loose cannon, the lyrical major prodigy, Deltron probably

Who else could melt a docking bay officer to fine fermented ale?

The primary source of support for starfighters

Sending counter attacks to black out return fire

My favourite, the heavy ion cannon

Blue-white energy will fry y’all planet

But not before I infiltrate your information network

Spy operations, relocate the wealth first

The projected holograms, were a scam that we recognized from the jump

Giving the illusion of some

Form of camaraderie, esprit de corps

But they needed more, they had to flee or be torched

Society disguised and these dream loops

Became very difficult to see through, but we knew