Little Green Men
On Saturday morning
A friend told me about this vague theory
And sedated me with his bizarre mind
And then, he said….
What are you trying to hide?
The existence of extraterrestrial
The universe is too wide for us to live on your own
Take a look around you
Are you sure they aren’t living next to you
How can you decline such an ancient concept?
The pragmatists are refusing to believe
But science/fiction is trying to encourage it
They want you to believe
They want you to observe
Little green men,
Flying around in their little UFO
Trying to take abductees
So don’t even trying to hide
They’ll know you’re hiding under your bed
Or locking yourself inside the closet
When it’s already your time
They’ll take you to another dimension
Uses your memories to learn about the earth
To learn how to feel, how to life like a human being
Little green men will start to breed on earth
So what are you trying to protect?
You’re trying to hide the truth
You become more heartless than the little green men
People with collars, people with money, people with power
Spreading the propaganda, establish their own conspiracy
Using their technology for self ambitions
Construct their own experiment over living things
Little green men,
Flying around in their little UFO
Observing the conspiracy of some dirty rats
Next aims will be them
They’ll catch them and lock them
Swirling their brains, explore their inhuman emotion
Little green men
The belief of the unbelievable
All I can do is to look into his face
Listening to every word he said
And trying to process the things I’ve just heard
And said….”What the hell is going on with you?”
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