The world is turning over on its own,
Taking away the old we have always
Known as the truth. The old ways set the tone
For our beliefs, we thought would last our days.
The Earth changes into a hard new home,
That takes us down the path to hard new night.
The tarnish on our souls cleans the old chrome
Into the images of souls of light.
The aliens came to our old season,
The answer we know not, we seek a goal
For an answer to the myst'ry reason
That they abduct, it takes a heavy toll.
Now at the very last, it is our time,
The world turns on its own, it seems a crime.