| I see a burning streak | |
| in the dark sky | |
| The stars above are turning pale | |
| A faceless messiah | |
| beast from the outer space | |
| TV-legions all hail | |
| The one we've all | |
| been waiting for | |
| Is it here and now? | |
| With faces proud | |
| but the heart's grown small | |
| We stand in shaky reception | |
| Overloaded minds | |
| trying to predefine | |
| the moment of truth or deception | |
| The one we've all | |
| been waiting for | |
| Is it here and now? | |
| Will we be given an answer? | |
| Does it know who we are? | |
| Will we see a brighter future | |
| by the light of this star? | |
| The gods of billions | |
| will share just one fate | |
| Crushed down beneath | |
| the new one's weight | |
| Will we be given an answer | |
| if it knows who we are? | |
| Will we see a brighter future | |
| by the light of this star? | |
| Telescopes and glassy faces | |
| forced to touch and to feel | |
| Covering beneath the glory | |
| and the threat made real | |
| by the light of this star | |
| Will we be given an answer | |
| if it knows who we are? | |
| Will we see a greater future | |
| by the light of this star? | |
| Telescopes and glassy faces | |
| forced to touch and to feel | |
| Covering beneath the glory | |
| and the threat made real | |
| Will we be given an answer | |
| if it knows who we are? | |
| Will we see a greater future | |
| by the light of this star? | |
| Telescopes and glassy faces | |
| forced to touch and to feel | |
| Covering beneath the glory | |
| and the threat made real |