what the fu-
Tomorrow When The Aliens ComeFirst things first
I shouldn't be here
It's like those buildings
In the middle of nowhere
Under high security, every hour
A prison, a fortress
To keep people out
To lock people in
The kind you see in movies
Where the protagonist, the spy
Stealth-mode their way inside
And I never get why
They follow such danger and lies
But someone has to do it
Though the winner gets no prize
At least that I can see
According to me
Risking their lives
Ain't worth it
But as I'm here
Standing here on this soil
In the shadows of this wall
It's a compound, I'm sure
I'm beginning to think
That there is a link
Between this and that
Between your image, trapped
And why I'm out here in the open
In the freedom
Of nature and desert
Though nothing is happening
Maybe I should move around
Okay
I'm scared
To leave
The safe spot
But I'll
Step out of my comfort zone to learn more
After all
It's only a dream
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