Animus Vox EP

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The second official release from the hip-hop collective Publish or Perish offers a further taste of what is to come off their debut mixtape "The First Meditation." This time, DooBay showcases both his rapping and his production skills while sonically tackling a myriad of musical genres.

Publish or Perish is a hip hop collective and record label formed and founded by Austin Dobbins (a.k.a. Kreative Tendencies), Grant Dube (a.k.a. DooBay), and Jessie Smith (a.k.a. Black Smith). Associated acts also include Jason Quaynor (a.k.a. QUAY), Tyler Sutherland (a.k.a. CT), and Quentin Roberts (a.k.a. Quentino).

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released June 6, 2012

Vocals: DooBay, Kreative Tendencies, Black Smith, Quay, CT, Malik Castro, Rick Ross, Drake, Trey Songz
Production: DooBay (exec.), Black Smith (co-exec.), The Glitch Mob, The Runners, No I.D., Crowded Places, J. Cole, 40, Drake, Trey Songz, Maurice "Parlae" Gleaton
Mixing and Mastering: Black Smith, DooBay, Stephen Miller
Album and Single Artwork: GD ( @Gareth_JD ), CT
Special thanks to: CT, Malik Castro, Quay

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Track Name: Animus Vox
[Intro - DJ Doo-Bay]
Ladies and gentlemen:
I present to you today...a new age
In the coming...of the music industry...
We are...Publish or Perish...
And I would like to say...
That on behalf of everyone at Publish or Perish...
We thank you for your continued support...
This is the dawn of a new era...
We begin today...with our mission, to bring you
Quality entertainment...
This is... The Animus Vox EP.
Let's go!

[Verse - DJ Doo-Bay]
Yo, yo! Yeah, I'm blastin' off now, like a space shuttle
You can't tell me nothing, I'm goin' high as the Hubble
You know I'm gonna see evertyhing on Mars and Pluto
Dude, I'm doin' this shit while your girl be a ho
Comin' around talkin' to me all that shit
I'm smokin' a cigar, man; I'm doin' my ishh
You can't tell me nothin'! I just pop, pop, pow!
Bitch, I'm on the top---I'm runnin' the game now!
...Yeahho...
Yeah I'm on the top, man---I'm one of the kings
I got my shit on and my pinky ring
Cost two hundred thousand---I'm gettin' this bitch
You know I'm ridin' on Change Lange and I'm free-lancin', bitch
You know I'm doin' this shit! 'Scuse my slanguage
Can't taunt me 'cause I'm doin' this, rangin'
Yeah, I got y'all in my scopes
I'm hittin' like a sniper and I ain't miss, ho!
You know I'm gon' do it---I skeet, skeet, and rock it
You know what I do, now get in my bed and pop it!
I'mma do this shit, I'm goin' downtown
Goin' around, screamin' aloud, all my boys now
Yeah, that's how we do it, with some Ciroc up in this bitch
You know I'm already at the top, burnin' like an evergreen,
I'm goin' ever higher, my car smell like green, bitch--- yours is lyin'
On the ground, look at all the cash
You gonna see me in the mirror with my ash
Shakin' at ya, moonwalkin', bitch--- I'm like MJ
You know I'mma do this shit, everyday, all day
No way I'll be fadin' on you bitches
Fade away, Mitch, you and all your snitches
Nothin' can touch me, nah, I'mma do this shit
I'm hot as fire, bitch, you like ice, ha!
Yeah, comin' at your door, motherfucker
Ding-dong-ditch ya and I dip off, suckas!
Yeah, I'm a ride or die, nigga,
I'mma do this shit, 405, bitch
You can't see this
Crimson and Cream, that's what I be reppin'
This is my dream---best believe, I never get to steppin'
I'mma do this shit; this is how I do it, makin' records
This is quality shit: Publish or Perish
Uh! You know I'mma do this for my boys
My girl's my world, you know you can't touch or know her
Yeah, that's how I'm doin' it now
Like Jay-Z said, "you better get at me, haaa!"
Yo, throwin' up the deuce, chuckin' it back like
Uh! What? Bring the track, like
Yeahhh, I'mma do this for my people now
Throwin' up the A... Aaliyah, where you at?
Yeahhh that's how I do it: write this!
You continue talkin' shit, uhhhh
This is my club, this is my house
I'mma do this shit, get the fuck out
Drinkin' that Ciroc, the Rozay, everyday,
Pop bottles of Chardonnay, you already know how we do it, baby!
Yeah, Animus Vox on this bitch,
You know I'mma do this shit
Be runnin' this like a fuckin' track meet
I'm an athlete--- can't even touch me
4-0-Time, man, untouchably
Insatiable, you know I'mma do this
Boi you thought I was interracial how I rule this!
Uhhh....
{Instrumental passage}
Yeah! And apparently, you didn't get me any cleaner for my Timbs...
(KREATIVE TENDENCIES: Bitch, you didn't get me any cleaner for my Timbs!!!)

[Outro]
When you see 'em, enjoying life like that...
There's no worries. It's all good.
And it's a super fortunate and beautiful way to live life--
Just to enjoy it like that, to indulge in it like that,
Experience it like that...
And I would love to share that with the people.
Track Name: Hustlin' (feat. Black Smith)
[Hook - Rick Ross]
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I, everyday I, everyday I'm hustlin'!

[Verse 1 - Black Smith]
(Yeah! Everyday I'm hustlin'...All right.
Cheahhhhh! Cheah! Yeah!!)
Everyday we hustlin', tryna get them custom rims
A-bustlin', and rufflin', like fallen leaves up in the wind
Or feathers in a red man cap---my quill will testify to that
So I raise my right and place my left and accept the Hippocratic dap
But Foxxy say this brown man's greet is synonymous with violent jabs
Of terrorists, and panther claws, and viper fangs, and all-a-that
If that's the case, then so be it---I invite the hatred and the scams
I'm on my grind, like Push would say: "I own you all"---remember that!
Publish, Perish---do or die---the newest hip hop mafia
Accept the call, pick up ya phone, my Father God's on line for ya
The offer's there, you can't refuse, or fly back to Moronica
One way ticket, E.T.A. to hell, check the thermometer!

[Hook - Rick Ross]
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I'm hustlin'! Everyday I'm hustlin'!
Everyday I, everyday I, everyday I'm hustlin'!

[Bridge - Black Smith]
Everyday we hustlin', tryna get them custom rims
A-bustlin', and rufflin', like fallen leaves up in the wind
Or feathers in a red man cap---my quill will testify to that
So I do my thing and step right back and let Doo-Bay back on the track!

[Verse 2 - DJ Doo-Bay]
(All right! Yeah!) Just chillin' out on my couch now
(Gusssttt!!!) Lookin' out at what I've found
Lookin' at my dreams, inconceivably it seems
That I'm just goin' nowhere, but I think that I'mma do it big, see!
Yeah, I got my girl right next to me
She's so good---believe in everything ya see
Everything I've done in the past, she don't seem to care
But I'mma give her the whole world---she my girl, it's what she deserves, yeah!
I'm going to be everything that I can be
It's my destiny and best believe, you can't test me!
Yes! I am just on my knees and prayin' to a God that could give me anything
But He is just sayin', "Do it for yourself, do it bigger than you ever could
Dream or imagine, because of people in every hood
In the world, tryna see ya fail,
But never believe them, because they're just tryna chase ya tail, just to keep ya down in Hell!"
Track Name: I Do It (Freestyle)
[Intro - DJ Doo-Bay]
It's 2 in the morning... (Yeah!)
I'm up with my boys... (I do it!)
Straight up freestyle... (You already know how it goes down over here!)
Let's get it! (I'm way too tired for this...)
Yeah, yeah!

[Verse 1 - DJ Doo-Bay]
Man, this shit is crazy, lazy and stupid
I do this shit so fluid that my brain is like loose-leaf
Yeah I got that Supa Flow; can't get any cooler though
Call me "Mr Freeze" when your legs seize when ya hear me, ho
Fresh kicks and a bad bitch-- I don't fuck with average
I'm a savage, I ravage, Hall of Fame status like Magic
Ballin' on you lames when I get in the game
And when I'm at the top everyone's sayin' my name {echo}
I'm "So Far Gone" in the sky, playin' with the stars
If you can't find me, I'm probably playin' on Mars
Yeah, I be shinin'. This shit is my hobby
There's no "probably"; can't stop me, like I'm runnin' from the cops, see!
Yeahhhh! {echo} Boi, I'm doin' it
Murderin' this beat like I'm a fuckin' lunatic
Step into my life, life of the Red & White,
4-0-5, Ride-or-Die, Party-Right-Tonight
Lookin' fly, G-status
Hashtag: winning!
Like I was the fuckin' Mavericks
Spoutin' shit like Tunechi
Flow is erratic but I'm just that sick-ducated for the mattress
Score one more, call that a hat trick, relaxin'
Girl, if you wanna stay, better beat it like Jackson
I could provide you everything; how I live is so lavish
Like Verizon Wireless: can you hear me now?
Like comic books: boom, pop-pop-pop, kapow!
Livin' like an animal, eatin' rappers like a cannibal
Findin' female dogs in garden stools, connecting words with wire spools! {echo}
This shit is crazy!
I'm drainin' shots like K.D.
Gettin' put in my time, tightenin' up every rhyme,
Fightin' with--...

[Outro - Publish or Perish]
DJ DOO-BAY: Agh, goddammit, I fucked it up!
BLACK SMITH: Nah! It was... daaaaamn, man. WTF!
DJ DOO-BAY: Goddamn. I was ALMOST done too!
BLACK SMITH: You really were flowin'!
DJ DOO-BAY: I was ALMOST done!
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: Stop it and play it. Stop it and play it!
Track Name: Lights Please (feat. Malik Castro & Black Smith)
[Verse 1 - Malik Castro]
You'd better pay attention, it's the rise of the realest
Never say I'm sick 'cause, nigga, I'm the illest
Ain't a doctor on the green Earth that can heal it
'Cause I been doin' this since "Home of the Killers"
That was my first track, way back in '08
Attracted to the rhymes, didn't wanna hold weight
With time I got live like an Alpha Probate
People that was sleepin' on me now stand and ovate
But it's too late, I ain't showin' any mercy
Had a lot of hate to the ones who desert me
And made me feel dirty like I was unworthy
But I do forgive all the people that hurt me
They say what doesn't kill only makes you strong
And you see I'm breathin' good---not under tombstone
Weed in the bong got me seein' new heights
Black Smith, I advice that you catch the next flight (all right!)

[Verse 2 - Black Smith]
Now as I sit on the side, waitin' for the next tap
I catch the shout from Malik and I throw it right back
And it throws my mind back to the times in the past
When ya boy would try to rhyme and flow but all these niggas laughed
And Mailk would have to wear his hoodie as a fuckin' mask
And I'd have to front and act like ya nigga never mad
'Cause he'd never get accepted from the jocks as bein' black
But now Smith is on top...tell dem hoes to fall back
And I snap over beats with that educated swag, but
I keep myself grounded like an Iowa Jima flag
Trill down to my roots like Questo and his band
'Cause the hate only watered this seed into a plant
To all those who doubted, you can still recant
I will improve each time with each line in each amp
My voice is the ink in every pen and each stamp
Now it's time for Black Smith to make his mark at the stand...

[Hook - J. Cole]
Lights please, lights please---turn off the lights
For now everything just seem so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be all right...

[Verse 3 - DJ Doo-Bay]
Yeah, all alone now, sittin' by myself
The shit I been through--- man, it's been pilin' up
Dealt what I've dealt and I still don't know
I feel myself drownin' now, goin' down real slow
Before I go I see myself standin' in the mirror
Ten years later: picture seems to differ
Got a baby, man---she 1 years old
She like my little cub, man---crawlin' all on the floor
I'm sittin next to her---won't ever let her go
Then my wife comes into the picture
She fine as hell! I can't believe I'm with her
She leans over, puts her head by my ear
And she says with a whisper, "Honey, I got a sitter!"
Fast forward now: we out on the town
Can't believe what I'm seein'---I wish that this was NOW
I look away from the mirror and find myself on the ground
This is what I be missin' if I was down and out
Close my eyes; try to fight back the tears
This is what I've been searchin fo' for so many years
But now all I hear is the same sound buzzin in my ear
Drownin' me out, drownin' me out of the thoughts that make me "me",
Let's not make disbelief, let's make reality...
Lights please!


[Hook - J. Cole]
Lights please, lights please---turn off the lights
For now everything just seem so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be all right...
Track Name: The Illest (feat. Publish or Perish)
[Intro - DJ Doo-Bay]
Uh! Yeah, you already know I'm comin' back atcha
{Imitates Record Scratching} You know I'm gonna gat that
I do this shit, in the rain or the snow
You know I'm a lyrical master, you just a bastard
Tryna get at this shit, out my ass turd
You know I'm the shit---y'know, no seein'
I'm like a blind man walkin' with all my feelin's
I'm gon' give it to ya: all the lyrical shit
Bring that back so I can go and make a hit...!

[Verse 1 - Kreative Tendencies]
I guess this is stupid, dumb Kreative
Nigga on steroids about to Hulk the beat, bitch: SMASH!
Mr. Can't Even Talk To Ya Unless It's About Cash
Mr. Speed By In The Red Lambo---Flash!
You get it? I do this punchline shit easy
But ain't nothin' easy 'bout me, nigga, please believe me
I'm after dead presidents
Give a fuck who you say better than!
Show me stacks, nigga! Who better then??
Got as much money as the group from Ocean's Eleven
Lucky Number Five, keep my flow on mean
Do the math, motherfucker! I'm known for spittin' mean sixteens
Been doin' it since I was twelve---got a lil' better, hit the age of thirteen
I really started thinkin' 'bout this rap shit at fourteen, and at fifteen
I saw a need in my own flow and started new assured, and at sixteen I can say... (Cheah!!!)


[Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who's the illest

[Verse 2 - Quay]
Yeah, uh! (OK!) Who dare challenge mine? The very sickest style of rhyme
My lyrics got the Asante gold touch, so what's up
On the studs or draw I can call your bluff, or what-
Ever you call it, your boi past all it!
Past ill, past terminal, spittin' testicular, cervical cancer
To anybody that question...I got the answer
With the venemous, yet serious, flow that blows minds
Old Spice; yes, nice; MasterCard priceless
So why ask who the nicest?
I'm the doctor to these undergrads
The father of the son who thought he was dad
Ugh, disgustin'!
To anyone who think they discussin'
That someone flyin' over my plain
I'll 9/11 that brain!
To anybody who think they can cross that line over
I'll put you on line--- haze ya! Done; over!!

[Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who's the illest

[Verse 3 - Black Smith]
Quay and Kreative killed it, now all eyez on the Black Smith
Approach me with caution, or you end up on my deathlist
Craniums will overload from the power of verbal MAC 10s
Publish or Perish, all other crews should feel threatened
Tommy guns to Tommy Oliver--- stole Kim from him
Like Em did on Track Sixteen on his LP---
Sixteen on the beat, sixteen ain't a feat
Sixteen, I fell in love and locked my lips around H.E.R. teat
Newborn Wu-Tang babe, cash rules everything I see
Ironic how these preachers claim the left of poverty
Meanwhile all I see inside The Streets' eyes are green
It's cool, though; Game ain't immune to the sickness of my sneeze!
P.o.P gon' blow out the backs of all these bees
The sting of death don't scare me, "Tales of Crypt" is all my steez
The thief's fiend gotta scholar, type of life that I lead
Yeah I only got half a bar--- Big, come back and take the mic please!

[Hook - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who's the illest

[Verse 4 - DJ Doo-Bay]
Uh. Yeah! Comin' at your door, bangin' for them treats
Like Halloween, I'm a monster, bitch: open, please!
I'm gonna getcha! You never seen me before
Covered by the blindfold, you know I'mma go hard
Than you ever seen. Man, I'm an evergreen
Blazin' up like a KKK meeting---...
Ohhh daaamn, did he just say what I think he said?
Yeah, bitch, best go on your knees and give me head!
Before I go down, you know I'm gonna be rollin'
Six feet deep, boy, you best not be strollin'
My way, this is the highway, and you gon' be on it
Now I'm gonna be doin' this shit like a Maybach Don, and
I'm off to the races, I'm gonna be reborn
When I die like a Phoenix comin' up out of the soil
Yeah, that's how I do it: lyrical master
Like I said, before, bitch: You just a bastard!

[Outro - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Get your writing crew, get your writing crew
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who's the illest
Track Name: Shot for Me
[Verse 1 - DJ Doo-Bay]
Hey baby, I been lookin' at you,
I see you lookin' back--- you know what we gonna do,
Uh, Hold ya close, hold ya tight; tonight is feelin' extra right,
I'm in the zone an’ I know you lookin' extra fine,
Certified dime, glad you with me,
Both tipsy, feelin risky,
An' uh, I know I've been gone a lot and that ya miss me,
Trust me: this will be worth it! Lean close; kiss me
Love makin' love, sharin' body heat,
Probably think somethin's botherin me,
I got nothin' in my head except you,
Best believe the only thing I need is you,
Movin' up them thighs while I'm starin' in your eyes,
Your hand holdin' mine--- yeah, got me hypnotized
(Uh!) Realize this what I'm livin' fo',
It ain't the cars; it ain't dollars; damn sure ain't the hoes,
You know that I'm the fuckin' greatest,
Treat you like royalty or better yet A-list,
I know you loved this when you muthafuckin' heard it,
And the best part is, everything is perfect

[Hook - Drake]
Take a shot for me (vocalizing)
Take a shot for me (vocalizing)
Take a shot for me (vocalizing)
A shot for me... A shot for me!

[Verse 2 - DJ Doo-Bay]
Girl, you mean the world to me,
Perfectly seamless, you're leavin' me speechless,
Body of a goddess---girl you know I'm honest,
That’s why I'm always tryin' to hit it and git up on it,
Everything I do, I do it for you,
You're the first thing that I wake up in the mornin' to,
Man, it's hard to stand and act professional,
Grabbed me by the hand--- my life is so exceptional,
God couldn't have painted a more perfect picture,
The picture frame's broken everytime I say I miss ya,
I rap on the track, just to get my feelin's out,
Until I get you back, then you always bring me down,
To reality with a sense of carefree,
Man, I'm livin' life, and that's how it's supposed to be,
Can't even say what you do to me, the feelin's so indescribably...

[Hook - Drake]
Take a shot for me (vocalizing)
Take a shot for me (vocalizing)
Take a shot for me (vocalizing)
A shot for me... A shot for me!

[Outro]
Yeah.
This one's for you, baby.
Everything I do
Is not just for me
But for both of us.
Track Name: Successful (feat. Drake, Trey Songz & Kreative Tendencies)
[Hook - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Verse 1 - Drake]
Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya
They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar
I get it, I live it, to me there's nothing realer
Just enough to solve your problems, too much'll kill ya
And when I leave I always come right back here
The young spitter that everybody in rap fear
A lot of ya'll are still sounding like last year
The game need change and I'm the motherfuckin' cashier
Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed
Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head
Take my verses too serious, you'll hate me
Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD
Yeah, I want it all, that's why I strive for it
Diss me, you'll never hear a reply for it
Any award show or party, I get fly for it
I know that it's coming, I just hope that I'm alive for it

[Hook - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Verse 2 - DJ Doo-Bay]
Yeah! I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Man, I hope---I just hope it's not too stressful
Revel, bask in the glory
I wanna be the next big thing and tell my story
Except whips and chains don't mean nothin'
All I need is to be with my girl who loves me
This is my time: be right, live exceptionally
This is my interpretation of livin' successfully
Count my blessings every night,
Man, I hold my baby extra tight
Throughout life, she's the one who always treats me right
Destiny is what I'm gonna do
Successfully is my how-to
Failed at a lot, but got so much potential
This is a comeback: I'm just tryn'a be successful
And all I have to say is...

[Hook - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Interlude - Publish or Perish]
DJ DOO-BAY: I do believe I've finished.
BLACK SMITH: Yeah! Good job.
DJ DOO-BAY: Hopefully!
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: This is another edition of Austin not giving a **fuck** about shit! Why? Because I'm a pre-med student. A microbiology pre-med student, and I'm stressed all the goddamn time, and this is the only way I can get the stress out! And don't say start smoking, 'cause I've already tried that. It don't help.
BLACK SMITH: Hahaha, it does not!
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: 'Cause it just stresses me out more when I come down from the high because then I be lookin' out for somethin' to eat and ain't shit to eat!!!
DJ DOO-BAY: "And then I get more pissed off!"
KREATIVE TENDENCIES: And if you've never seen me, I'm a big dude... I gotta eat!!!

[Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies]
Cheah! Iced out wrist, yeah model-type chick
Fast car, shopping sprees, nigga; out of country check
Got Vuitton on my belt, Kenneth Cole on my feet
Is this really what success supposed to be?
I mean, I mean, I want the
(Money...) Biiiiiiiiiiitch! (Cars...Clothes...)
Biiiiiiiiiiitch! (The hoes...) I suppose
To make me more, then is this really what I need?
I suppose if this what I need, I gotta get it
I wanna be successful! (Successful...successful...)

[Hook - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Bridge - DJ Doo-Bay]
Yeah! I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Man, I hope---I just hope it's not too stressful...

[Verse 4 - Black Smith]
Yeah, I want the clothes, cars, cash and the hoes
And I bet I'll get it all off the backs of my flows
Hate can't douse my fire, not even with a hose
But that blouse I see that devil in is definitely hittin' close
To the home that holds my heart---it's throwin' me off guard
This threat to my security could tear my life apart
A part of me comfy, the other side is dark
Got me questioning my loyalties 'fore I even make my start
See, what's relative to royalty is never under feet
But what's relevant to honesty is always my defeat
Now it's got me wonderin' whether not I belong up on this beat
'Cause all these raps about rims got me more tired than the street
So I spill my heart and soul on top of instruments instead
And tell Fatigue "fuck off" as I attempt to stay ahead
'Cause brain will draw the ear even at the expense of rest
And my pen and pad connection are my own ingredients to bread
I want it all!...

[Outro - Trey Songz]
I want the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
Track Name: E.T. / Lean wit it (Remix) [Bonus Track]
You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil, could you be an angel
Your touch magnetizing
Feels like going floating, leave my body glowing

They say be afraid
You're not like the others, futuristic lovers
Different DNA, they don't understand you

You're from a whole other/another world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
Infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
Take me, t-t-take me
Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign
Its supernatural, extraterrestrial

You're so super sonic
Wanna feel your powers, stumb me with your lasers
Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic

You're from a whole otherworld
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
Infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
Take me, t-t-take me
Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign
It's supernatural, extraterrestrial

There is this transcendental, on another level
Boy, you're my lucky star
I wanna walk on your wavelength
And be there when you vibrate
For you I risk it all

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
Infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison
Take me, t-t-take me
Wanna be your victim, ready for abduction
Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign
It's supernatural, extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign
It's supernatural, extraterrestrial