(On the morning of June 14, 1968
A group of hippies fled into the mountains of Colorado to wait for doomsday)
Four months and eight days
Been waiting here
Transporter broken
Horizon′s clear
No vegetation
Blips on my screen
Whatever was here
Has been disappeared
Now here's alright
Now here′s alright
Alright
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"
This just looks tired
Now here's alright
Now here′s alright
Alright, alright
Come in tower
All our data′s wrong
Research inconsistent
We misread it all
There was no monster
And what's left is near dead
Control killed a phantom
From inside their heads
(Come in, come in
You′ve lost my screen) Now here's alright
(Do you respond?
Variable text field is frozen) Nowhere′s alright
(Look at your monitors
Dont take your eyes off the monitor) Alright
(We're losing you
Subterra outpost, stay calm) Alright
We′re losing you
You're going-) alrig-
