the sky loves us.

They're telling dangerous lies again,
while humans all just play pretend,
like its a legacy we should kill to defend,
again and again and again.

they come to save our lives,
a planet quarantined beyond our skies,
so we don't use our under-developed minds,
to obliterate a galaxy of light.

i desperately wait for there assistance,
so grateful for their persistence,
for our devastating existence,
but our Televisions block their transmissions.