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!

<humans>
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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