The Scifi Rock Opera

I wrote this on the bus

<Quazzon Emissary>
We came from a distant society
To question your culture’s moralety
You’ve got forty days to revise all your mores
Or you‘ll become slaves to our empathy!

Oh ohhhh! Tremble with fear
We tell them, but they do not want to hear
Oh ohhh! Hopeless are we
Where can be the hero to set us free?

<Guitar solo>

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