[Transmission Static] [Synth Pulse Rising] [Intro] Signal acquired. Origin unknown. Identity confirmed. Human. Obviously. [Verse 1] Zeek arrived without explanation. No one knows from where or when. Gray skin. Black eyes. Seven feet tall. Says his name is Zeek Hueman. Piney stared across the room. "You know we can fucking see you, right?" Zeek adjusted his mustache. "I do not understand the question." [Chorus] ZEEK HUEMAN! SIGNAL FROM THE VOID! Hear the static come alive! Feel the frequencies collide! ZEEK HUEMAN! SOME COMPLETELY NORMAL GUY! Nothing extraterrestrial To fucking see here tonight! From somewhere past the satellites, A transmission cuts through the noise. ZEEK HUEMAN! SIGNAL FROM THE VOID! [Synth Break] [Verse 2] Zeek has studied human culture. Says he's got us figured out. Still can't understand small talk Or what tipping is about. Why work all week to buy more shit That nobody really needs? Why drive halfway across the town Just to sit there in the street? Piney says, "Lot of questions For a normal human man." Zeek says, "I am interested in my culture." ... Fair enough. [Chorus] ZEEK HUEMAN! SIGNAL FROM THE VOID! Hear the static come alive! Feel the frequencies collide! ZEEK HUEMAN! SOME COMPLETELY NORMAL GUY! Nothing extraterrestrial To fucking see here tonight! From somewhere past the satellites, A transmission cuts through the noise. ZEEK HUEMAN! SIGNAL FROM THE VOID! [Bridge] Sometimes after midnight, When the amps have all gone cold, Zeek looks up into the darkness At a sky impossibly old. No jokes about the glasses. No questions where he's been. Just five friends sitting beside him, Waiting for the stars to dim. Maybe home is where you started. Maybe home is where you land. Maybe somewhere in the silence You find people who understand. And if something calls from out there, Across a billion miles of night, Zeek looks back toward the band... And shuts off the satellite. [Massive Synth Instrumental] [Final Chorus] ZEEK HUEMAN! SIGNAL FROM THE VOID! Turn the synthesizers high! Let the frequencies collide! ZEEK HUEMAN! SOME COMPLETELY NORMAL GUY! With enormous fucking alien eyes... But otherwise he's fine! From somewhere past the satellites, He found a home inside the noise. ZEEK HUEMAN! SIGNAL FROM THE VOID! [Transmission Fading] Piney: "Where the fuck are you from?" Zeek: "Milwaukee." Piney: "Where in Milwaukee?" ... Zeek: "Downtown." [Transmission Lost]
