Do you see the murder?
They're up in the sky.
Are you one of the special observers?
Please don't deny.

It is all black.
But a trickle of white.
They realise they are being slack.
Then there is no more light.

Do you see the way they fly?
In a line so straight.
Do you see the people die?
Oh I just cannot wait.

Wait until they all get to us.
So our dreary days can end.
Maybe they won't make a fuss.
Maybe kill my friend.

So my peole thankyou so much,
For letting me see this murder in the sky
And maybe one day you'll see as such
And then you will finally die.