As I control the hive clusters and my army, I probe at the mind of my queen and realise she's balmy, But that's just perfect for a hivemind like me, You know I love fancy things like psionic abilities, While my forces and the Protoss are crossing swords, I have to remember to spawn more overlords, And if my plan falls into place and we take Aiur, Tonight the protoss race is going up in blue fire, I'm the overmind and I'm gonna win, I won't be stopped by your tanks or your men wrapped in tin. And when the swarm has the homeworld of the 'Toss. Then you're gonna have to admit that I'm the boss I've been trying since I was born to assimilate the race that's pure in form For the glory of the swarm Assimilate the race that's pure in form... /short bout of creativity Yay for parody of a parody
