| Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos
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| Or underneath the messy stars
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| Scattered on the canvas of night
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| Someone is victim of the vision
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| Of suspicious forms skulking in the sky
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| They came, and will come again
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| Them, the unknown, the alien
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| Aboard their huge spaceships
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| Illuminating infinity
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| Perhaps are we only a subspecie
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| An uncommon subject of scientific
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| Experiences on earth’s vast laboratory?
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| Many humans have ever been kidnapped and examined
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| Are they the odd gods our ancestors once revered?
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| The sowers of our primitive civilizations?
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| Or merely witnesses of our self-destruction?
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| They have probably paced the earth
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| From a pole to the other …
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| What lecagy remains of them
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| On this huninged sphere?
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| Our ridiculous selfishness
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| Made us believe we were
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| The only life form in the Universe
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| To me, it’s crystal clear we are not…
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| Cyborgs we already are
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| Alloys of flesh and synthetic matters
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| Half-robots, half-humans
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| With our prosthesis and implants
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| Polluting our environment to sterilize it
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| Qui sait si nous ne sommes pas des monstres
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| Nous qui distillons nos emotions pour les vendre?
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| Those interdimensional travellers
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| May be afraid of our madness
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| Only when they’ll land to stay
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| Shall we at last realise the truth… |