[Intro:] (Beat is heavy, cinematic, with a slow, driving bass) Yeah. They’re gonna call me a conspiracy theorist for this one. They’re gonna try to cancel the truth again. But look at the world, man. Look at the strings. It’s not red vs. blue anymore... it’s something else. [Chorus:] Wake up, open your eyes, look at the gates The news is a lie, they’re feeding us hate It’s not the politicians deciding our fates Aliens are in control of the United States. They’re watching from the shadows, hiding in plain sight While we’re down here screaming, picking a fight It’s a global plantation, we’re just the bait Aliens are in control of the United States. [Verse 1:] (Delivery: Calm, deliberate, conversational but intense) I’m the most hated, most debated, "mentally ill" For saying the government’s run by something that isn't real Or maybe it’s too real, and we’re just the lab rats In a giant experiment run by the guys in the chrome hats. They want us divided by race and by gender So we don’t notice the hijackers up in the center. The "Men in Black" aren't a movie, they’re the lobbyists Turning our freedom to dust, yeah, they’re the catalysts. They don’t breathe the same air, they don't feel the same pain They’re harvesting "likes" while they’re draining our brain. They’re not from this planet, look at their eyes in the light They’re reptilian shadows keeping us locked in the night! [Chorus:] Wake up, open your eyes, look at the gates The news is a lie, they’re feeding us hate It’s not the politicians deciding our fates Aliens are in control of the United States. [Verse 2: ] (Delivery: Starts slow, then ramps up into a rapid-fire, complex flow) Wait—did he say aliens? Man, I’m feeling 'em! I’m an alien, an Australian, a mammalian in a stadium With a cranium full of uranium, aiming 'em at the podium! I’m out of this world, literally, I’m a Martian with a partial Disregard for the Marshall Law, I’m commercial-sawing the bar till The stars fall! I’m Area 51 in a denim jacket With a hidden packet of rhythm, I’m hitting 'em with a racket! Illegal aliens? Nah, I mean the ones from the galaxy Actually, facts are be-coming a tax on my sanity, tragedy! I’m probing the beat like a UFO over Ohio I’m high though, fly though, maybe I’m Ziggy Stardust’s disciple? They got antennae in the Senate, I can tell by the way they’re spinning it The pentagon is a hexagon if you look at the way they’re hidden in it! I’m spitting a venomous energy, an entity from the periphery Literally light-years ahead of your industry’s delivery! (Fast flow) I’m-a-teleport-to-the-White-House-with-a-light-saber-and-a-pipe-dream And-I’m-pulling-off-the-masks-to-reveal-a-green-slime-team! They’re among us! [Chorus: ] Wake up, open your eyes, look at the gates The news is a lie, they’re feeding us hate It’s not the politicians deciding our fates Aliens are in control of the United States. [Outro: ] They can’t stop the truth, (Laughs) Man, they’re gonna put us in a saucer for this one, Let 'em come. Beam me up... (Sound of a digital glitch and a ship powering away)
