---

They are no friends of ours.
We are no friends of they.
They'll be the death of us.
We'll be the death of them.

Greyed faces and black eyes.
They all came down from the skies.
Outer space and bright white lights.
They're all around in disguise.

I wake up. Where am I?
Puke up my guts; hold my side.
You know I'd rather have died,
That night.

I look up. Look to the sky.
I will never know why.

They are the enemy.
Nightmarish entity.
We must exterminate.
Extraterrestrial radiate!
They're all amongst us now,
Intergalactic brothel.
Slowly they strangle all the air out of our planet,
Thusly killing us all.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.