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Did you come here to kill, or did you come here to die? Did we really think that spaceships would descend from the sky? Bending light and beaming forth across space-time to see us scared in the reflection of their oil black eyes? And stalk us as a predator like our movies imply They’re not the ones who come to kill us Come to fill us full of lead They’re not the ones who hate us And they are not the ones who mutilate our animals Or travel through the stars. They’re not the ones who cause us harm - we are! We are, we are, we are We are still-life in cold blood and we feel nothing. We are still-life in cold blood and we feel nothing. Hell-bent on heaven Hell-bent on heaven Hell-bent on heaven Hell-bent on heaven While our righteous men are stuffing corpses full of shit and faith, We are, we are, we are still-life We are, we are, we are still-life We are, we are, we are Still-life They’re not the ones who cause us harm We are, we are (Did you come here to kill, or did you come here to die?) We are still-life in cold blood We are still-life in cold blood And we feel We feel Stuffing corpses full of shit and faith, They bloviate about a future beyond the moon. To bring about another planet’s doom To discover peaceful life and beat our war-drum to its tune Unless my prayers are answered Our end is coming soon.
