Satellites are falling to the ground
The trusted don't make a sound
What are we in for?
There are lights in the sky
Brightly flashing in patterns of threat

(Mr. Lazar was right)

The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel

This isn't human, I know this can't be human

The ulterior are here
The world is in an uproar
Oblivious to the warnings
And bartered by the media

(Mr. Lazar you were so right)

The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel
This isn't human, I know this can't be human

Will they devour our world whole
Or spit it out because of the wretched taste?

The horizon is filled with strobes of light
The auroras created day from night
Losing touch with our sense of real
This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel

An ocean of lives disappears from what once was home

[Alien voice]
"We have returned to harvest our crops. They have began to rot and are now rendered useless to us. We as their gods shall choose their fate. And after much debate we have chose to rid of the crops. They shall burn and we shall start from the beginning. This stage is ours and they have littered it with their disgusting filth. We will not have mercy for this failed project. Everything will burn."