I'm not one of those demonic aliens from outer space
Just a cliff dweller on Altair for a billion years
I have non-human construction and gray egg-shaped face
New on the planet Earth, I'm scared of the human lairs
I am caught and placed under a thorough observation
By some military men in a secret lab underground
They expect to hear from me an amazing revelation
But I'm sick and tired of their playing around
They ask me if we have the latest lethal weapons
And what technology we apply to build our rocket ships
I'd rather die on Earth than show them my landing beacons
The humans might be destroyed if I give them tips
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