(Verse 1) [spoken, incredulous] The government is hiding visitors from space? Their bodies on ice in some undisclosed base? Or are they the ones who run the whole place? If you get the word out, they'll have you erased? (Chorus 1) The nearest star is four light-years of nothing, cold and vast Even with science undreamed of, millennia have to pass They left before we had language, before we had fire or flight And now their concern is to keep out of sight? (Verse 2) [spoken, incredulous] Pyramids aligned to stars and seasons without tech and tools? Stonehenge moved by hand not machines — believing that makes us fools? The Nazca lines were landing strips laid out across the plain? Thinking ancient man had the brains for greatness such a strain? (Chorus 2) We have the tools they left behind, the ramps, the sleds, the marks We have the workers' villages, the payroll, and the parts Ten thousand people, decades long, the evidence is there Deciding that they couldn't do it is condescending and unfair (Verse 3) [spoken, incredulous] You claim sightings for centuries, too many to dismiss? You think they're taking people, and that something is amiss? Weird lights, and crafts, and suspicious specks on a screen? But all you have to show for it is something not clearly seen? (Chorus 3) Our brains fill the gaps in what we don't recognize To find meaning and glean enough to sound wise A billion phones, a billion images, but not of aliens in the sky No clean images, always unexplained — maybe try using AI? (Bridge) The universe is fourteen billion years of dark and cold And alone in that silence is a heavy thing to hold If someone came to find us, then we matter, then we're known Some can't accept the stars don't care and we're alone (Outro) Looking outside ourselves for answers unknown Removes the need to face the problems of the world But it keeps us from finding the answers on our own
