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Diary of an Interplanetary Exterminator

by MoonCleanser

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Kendall Brown
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Kendall Brown This album BEGINS my "stellar" collection. Literally. Rad-as-fuck sci-fi rock. Or as I like to say, post-filk. Favorite track: Dusts of Mars.
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1.
Woke up this morning with a bad taste in my mouth Shook the red dust out of my clothes and made my way to the lunar train Got another contract from Marscorp Sometimes I hate being the best - This line of work is wearing thin on me. Driving a species to extinction is a lucrative business Killing creatures for credits weighs heavily on my mind these days How did I end up a harbinger of death? How did I set myself apart from the rest? - This line of work is wearing thin I'd rather find employment picking luscious crater fruit. I'm doing a job on Phobos, I'm making them pay on Deimos I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city Looking down into this broken mandible face (man I wish I could spend more time with my kids) Something's been stirring in the depths of my heart I'm not sure this is ok: these Phobian dust beetles are suffering at my hand. - This line of work is wearing thin on me As I discharge my plasma rifle into the face of the queen I could swear its twelve cold eyes shone a flash of fearful acknowledgement And while ten thousand orphaned arthropods scuttle from the carcass toward the darkness, I shed no tears and I drench them in flame - This line of work is wearing thin I'd rather find employment fixing broken hover cabs I'm doing a job on Phobos, I'm making them pay on Deimos I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city. I'm spending some time on Olympus, I'm paying for crimes in Marinaris I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city. Every time I close my eyes I see the faces of all the species I've committed to extinction: the splinter gulls of Sphixoid 9, the seven headed reptars of Proteus, the Tethys boremolebears, the cyclotronic sand grubs of Hyperion, the majestic worms of Ganymede… And when I open my eyes I see the blank walls of my empty lifepod And when I open my eyes I see the faces of the kids I'll never know Oh fuck, there's Jovacorp on subspace, better take the job Photon rent aint gonna pay itself Besides, I've never picked a crater fruit, and I don't know the first thing about hover drives Better stick to what I know: spreading death at prices low This line of work is wearing thin I'd rather find employment picking luscious crater fruit or fixing broken hover cabs or maybe I should sit down in an air lock, fucking blow the hatch. I'm doing a job on Phobos, I'm making them pay on Deimos I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city. I'm spending some time on Olympus, I'm paying for crimes in Marinaris I'm killing for funds without pity, I'll piss it away in that city. I'm late for the train to Callisto
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Died amongst the ferns of Ganymede. Tried to hunt the worm, on Ganymede. Rain a feast of pain, on Ganymede May the beast complain, on Ganymede Let me take his place, on Ganymede. That train uses hydrogen fuel cells, man it doesn't matter if you live on a different moon. I won't I will I won't I'd rather kill I don't I did I didn't, I'd rather feel The way I do when I'm finished and all the blood has pooled. -My mastery! I wanna tongue I want the tongue I want the alpha's tongue I wanna lick I wanna liquid from the matriarch Another mission finished tidy and swift for the company Another creature I'm scraping from my boot Now to next moon. I'm behind you. I wonder what I wonder what I wonder what I want I wonder what I wonder what I wonder what I need Why drink the news of alien bats?

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A lone interstellar exterminator travels the solar system wreaking havoc on lunar infestations of curious and strange creatures. Corrupt and heartless. But for how long....?

Captain - Rupert Morris
Science Officer - Ben Standage
Weapons Specialist - Alan Booth
Away Team- Andrew Hutson
Lunar Cartography - Tim Moran

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released December 9, 2012

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