The scout left the vessel His assignment quite simple.
Cartoon background fill the skies Between the lies and it's people's minds Please let the scales fall from their eyes The bodies of proof stacked chest high It's okay I have an alibi.
I thought that one would.... One wood and a field away Always mine until this day The storms gathered on the horizon and you looked away.
They lifted up their faces up to lesser gods sometimes silent ones sometimes violent ones The crying ones shed tears for the dying ones mourning words and even(ing) fears A splinter from the banister you rode to the final floor And now you're down here And you don't want to be anymore.
Archaic formulaic can't say it Archaic formulaic don't say it It's not okay to say what they say It's not okay to say what they say.
Plugged into machines and yet disconnected Something ancient cold and ugly resurrected Ignore the elephant behind the curtain in the room I miss the blissful ignorance that spelled my doom Just when the leaders thought their plan was perfected On their knees bowing to the new gods It's statues erected.
The scout reported back, No Sir, no signs of intelligent life have been detected.