When they come at night
All ya see is a silhouette trying to squeeze inside your brain
Masters of mind control and eliminators of worlds
They only bet on the most dangerous games and humanity is a pocket of loose change
Insignificant in every way
It's the night of the skels
Was it an oversight or willful ignorance and a blind eye?
The governments sit back and laugh as their enemies are wiped off the map
Once the mind of every leader was secured
They flipped a switch on the nuclear codes and flipped a finger to the common folks
For over ten thousand years they've dwelled underneath
Skin will turn to scales when they shed their human sleeves
Tell me again about those better days when the human race was alone or didn't think to Look at all