I’ve been listening to this entire album on loop lately.

Del was very ahead of his time with the material, which is horrifying since the album describes a completely dystopic future.

An excerpt from “Turbulence” from the album:

Fuck Earth, I want to live on Mars so I’m closer to the stars

And farther away from dumb civilization with no mental stimulation

They changed the constitution for your red white and blue friends

Exterminate the nuisance, no one listens to what you said

The online is touching your head

With brainwashing, with propaganda about your fearless leader

Who got two hundred bodyguards so you can’t touch him either

Bodies disappear, obviously of fear

Lobbyists can’t get near shit

Everybody’s spirits are under control

Computers run with the soul

Elitists defeat us, they live by the beaches

Bubble-dome over the hemisphere, so you can’t enter here

We live in the dumps with mutant rodents

With blood red eyes, saliva drips for opponents

Scratch your ID chip of 'cause everybody own it

I envision turbulence and murder since it’s an everyday occurrence

I envision turbulence and murder since it’s an everyday occurrence

I envision turbulence and murder since it’s an everyday occurrence

I envision turbulence and murder since it’s an everyday occurrence

They only teach high-tech in private portables

That float above commoners, they’d soon as bomb it first

Advanced safety features, from contact with creatures

Who either slave their lives away in outdated factories

Or may be bounty hunters in a land of apathy

I’m Butch Cassidy, style wild, uncontained

I steal computer disk files, drink water from drains

Metal detectors check ya, with reflectors in every sector

While I drink electric nectar

No one believes in specters and spooks

They just lecture the youth about having respect and couth

Toward the US, and you guessed it

The rest get imprisoned or incisions in their medulla

No president, we have a ruler

“You are to be inside by 9 o’clock or we will shoot ya”

Missile launchers haunt ya in your nightmares

It ain’t quite fair, little tykes ain’t prepared

They’ve got your wife naked bare in the subway

For some thug play, neo-punks with cerebral pumps

For enhanced recognition of politicians and witches

Senior citizens are disposed against their wishes

Aliens landed and said our planet wasn’t worth invadin’

‘cause all the natural resources are fadin’