Hey mom, theres something in the backroom
Hope its not the creatures from above
You used to read me stories, as if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb

What if people knew that these were real (real)
Id leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say what you hear is all hearsay
Wish someone would tell me what was right

Up all night long
And theres something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
Im not like you guys
Im not like you

I am still the skeptic, yes, you know me (you know me)
Been best friends and will be til we die (die)
I got an injection of fear from the abduction
My best friend thinks Im just telling lies, alright

Up all night long
And theres something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
Im not like you guys
Im not like you

Dark and scary, ordinary
Explanation, information
Nice to know ya, paranoia
Wheres my mother, biofather

Up all night long
And theres something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
Im not like you guys
Twelve majestic lies Las

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