Aliens

Cos we’re like commandoes
Engaged in our stealth modes
No trace of our Past
Skimming through insides
Relenting with side steps
Can’t trace our way back
I mow through the chrome, caught myself in…
2 limbs wrapped around, your name in…
'cos Aliens kicks in
it’s something we’ve both seen
I hope it ends soon
2 limbs wrapped around me
Your name in the screen
is all I can see