Hey Mom, there's some-thing in the back-room.
Hope it's not the crea-tures from a-bove.
You used to read me sto-ries as if my dreams were bor-ing.
We all know con-spir-a-cies are dumb.
What if peo-ple knew that these were re-al?
I'd leave my clos-et door o-pen all night.
I know the C. I. A. would say what you hear is all hear-say.
I wish some-one would tell me what was right.
Up all night- long, and there's some-thing ver-y- wrong.
And- I know it must be late.
Been gone since yes-ter-day.
I'm not like you guys.
I'm not like- you.
I am still the skep-tic, yes, you know me.
Been best friends and will be till we die.
I got an in-jec-tion of fear from the ab-duc-tion.
My best friend thinks I'm just tell-ing lies.
Al-right.
Up all night- long, and there's some-thing ver-y- wrong.
And- I know it must be late.
Been gone since yes-ter-day.
I'm not like you guys.
I'm not like- you.
Dark and scar-y, or-di-nar-y, ex-pla-na-tion, in-for-ma--tion.
Nice to know ya, par-a-noi-a.
Where's my moth-er, bi-o fa--ther?
Up all night- long, and there's some-thing ver-y- wrong.
And- I know it must be late.
Been gone since yes-ter-day.
I'm not like you guys.
Twelve ma-jes-tic lies.
