[ Featuring the UVC ]
Wake up in a stark, dark place
Can't remember how I got here
Nothing but an empty guitar case
No instructions
I feel like I've a part to play
But the memory won't appear
Fifty feet away a desktop display
Reveals words in a strange language
Why do the glowing red buttons make me anxious
Can't perceive the repercussions
How do I know Russian
I must have a concussion
Oh what fun, oh what fun
Memories from behind a veil slowly returning
No precise details quite disconcerting
I think I have a family
Am I in London
Begin to recall the smell of sea salt
A home by the ocean
What about the two pulsing red buttons
Can't perceive the repercussions
How do I know Russian
I must have a concussion
Oh what fun, oh what fun
One for good and one for evil what was my mission
A solitary push would be lethal
But which one, which one
Imagining outside
The embers falling down
Big Ben strikes nine and I remember now
I understand the repercussions
I know how I know Russian
I have my instructions
Oh those f*ckers
Must there be such destruction
Ah that's my suspicion
There can be no discussion
I'm the one who was summoned