Planetoid Electro-Chemical Overload

She sidles up like an arachnid, crimson time-piece on her torso
And even with
your anti-venom, prepare to lose your self-control
For she collects archaic
weapons, calibrates them with precision
And while they may seem antiquated,
they're sure to land the killing blow

The witch ain't burned by the fire
below
Electro-Chemical Overload
All you got to lose is your
soul
Electro-Chemical Overload, here we go

She teleports you to her
courtyard, amidst impressive statuary
But these are no mere simulacra, her
gaze will turn your flesh to stone
She's taking over the armada, with psychic
domination
And while your androids remain loyal, the soldiers bow before the
crone