I live in hiding, they're looking for me- I know their secrets, secrets, secrets
their plans, from when they took me once before.
They hunt me so they can
suck me up into their ship- again, again, again.
Beam me up, suck suck SUCK!
They can hear it,
hear the transmitter
that they stuck inside my head. my head (that's how they'll find me).
It's in there because I can
hear their little metal robot voices.
Only one thing protects me, one thing, one thing
keeps them from finding
the beeps from my brain. But who would have guessed tin foil
could make such lovely curtains?
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