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
Day one
No vegetation
Blips on my screen
Whatever was here
Has been disappeared
Now here's alright
Now here's alright
Alright
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"
This just looks tired
Now here's alright
Now here's alright
Alright
Alright
Day three
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)
Now here's alright (you've lost my screen)
(Do you respond?)
Nowhere's alright, alright (variable text field is frozen)
(Look at your monitors)
(Don't take your eyes off the monitor) alright
(We're losing you)
(Subterra outpost, stay calm) alright
(We're losing you)
(You're going-) al-