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?”