[On the morning of June 14th, 1968, a group of hippies fled into the mountains of Colorado to wait for Doom's Day] [voice continues throughout song:] speak your identification code, speak your destination, and place.
Four months and eight days Been waiting here Transporter broken Horizon's clear
(DAY ONE) No vegetation Blips on my screen Whatever was here Has been disappeared
Now here's alright [x2]
(DAY TWO) Wait tower Radar's going off I see a small creature Who can barely walk
My data says "large" But what I see is small Text reads "Big Danger" But this just looks tired
Now here's alright [x2]
(DAY THREE) Come in tower All our data's wrong Research inconsistent We misread azlyr it all
There was no monster And what's left is near dead Control killed a phantom From inside their heads