(On the morning of June 14, 1968 A group of hippies fled into the mountains of Colorado to wait for doomsday) 4 months plus 8 days, been waiting here Transporter broken, horizon's clear (Day 1) No vegetation, blips on my screen Whatever was here has been disappeared Now here's alright Now here's alright Alright (Day 2) 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 3) 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 (variable text field is frozen) Alright (look at your monitors, don't take your eyes off the monitor) Alright (we're losing you!) Alright (subterra outpost, stay calm! We're losing you!) Al' (you're going)