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For all those extreme serious total mega hard-core Incubus fans out there. (Like me. It is THE greatest band):
REDEFINE Imagine your brain as a military machine, yeah, now think of your body as the tool for a killer's deed. Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you now? You're the human little doctor! Won't you please go kill the Queen? It's in your nature, you can fight your violent-self all you like, no matter what us teachers tell you kids is good and right, So kill, and save this 3rd rock from the sun, by burning myriads of buggers With our cool oversized gun! Go!
Ender: But I'm sick of living in black and white! My mind is tired, and I'm uptight. So sick of ruining myself to fit your definition!
Teachers: Picture the scene, where whatever you loved would, in the blink of an eye, fall apart and become all lost and dead. You'd be sure, boy, that every life gone reflected your selfish life loved, and the plan to save that you hated. So, must we demonstrate the need to get this straight? We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paint. So lets figure out what beating Bugs is about Before the Hive Queen we hated chews us up and spits us out!
Ender: I'm sick of living in black and white! My brain is dry, and I'm uptight I can't keep ruining myself to fit your definition. Redefine
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A long, long time ago I can still remember How my enemies could never best me. And I knew if I watched the vids, I'd conquor armies with my kids, And, maybe, they'd no longer test me. But the showers made me shiver, With every blow that I'd deliver. Bonzo tried to kill me, But died and no one told me. I can't remember if I cried When I went to earth to try to hide, But my duty touched me deep inside The day my childhood died.
So bye, bye my old school in the sky, Left the shuttle in a muddle With no one on whom to rely. And I learned my skills from that Mazer guy, Thinkin', "If I don't my sister Val will die." "If I don't my sister Val will die."
Now for 3 months I was on my own, As my skills I began to hone, No one but Mazer to see. 'Til one day I heard Soup and Bean, Petra, Crazy Tom, and even Dean: They'd restored my jeesh to me. So we buckled down and began to train, Despite lack of sleep and gnawing pain. So many wins were scored - No losses could we afford. But I began to really hate, The battles that we'd simulate. And I grew tired and fell insensate The day my childhood died.
So bye, bye my old school in the sky, Left the shuttle in a muddle With no one on whom to rely. And I learned my skills from that Mazer guy, Thinkin', "If I don't my sister Val will die." "If I don't my sister Val will die."
Whooooooooooo lives in an astroid way out in space? EN-DER WIGG-IN! Who'll save the butts of the whole human race? EN-DER WIGG-IN! If wiping out buggers is something you need . . . EN-DER WIGG-IN! Then give him an ansible! He'll do the deed! EN-DER WIGG-IN! EN-DER WIGG-IN! EN-DERRRRR WIGG-IIIIIIIN!
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