Close Encounter

Picture this: light in the sky
I’m standing on a hill
Not a star, strange kind of glow
Coming down not a mile away
Has it happened? Can it be real?
No reason to fear
Keep it secret, nobody knows
It’s our U.F.O
I see lights, down by the woods
Debris and molten steel
Uniforms barking commands
Tried to run
But they saw me first
Turn away, turn away
Nothing but fear and hate
Is waiting here for you
Turn away, turn away
This is no place to stay
Dissection is your fate
Turn away, turn away
Nothing but fear and hate
Is waiting here for you
I was seized, locked in a truck
And in there, bless my soul
Saw two guys
Wounded, it seemed
Visitors from another world
Has it happened…
Took us to underground labs
In chains like prisoners
They looked with questioning eyes
Did they know we were facing death
Just like rats they tested them
Subjected them to pain
Wanted their technology
Didn’t care for their desperate pleas
They were murdered
Just like the rest:
«Security risk»
I will follow, I only hope
This story will blow