It's not all the time that I
Open my eyes,
It's then that I've died
I'm sold out anymore
I'm dreading tomorrow
Can't handle their sorrow
They use me they borrow
They think I can't tell
I draw all my swords
You can have them, you hordes
I've no one to torture
I'm not here
I'm not still an alien
I sell at the sale then
We fill up the pails and
We step in our ships
Abandoned my UFO
I just want you to know
I can help if you use those
But where am I now
When I'm not here
Then I can't hear
Send all your tears
I am not here
