Phanta

On the morning of June 14, 1968 A group of hippies Fled into the mountains of Colorado To wait for doomsday Four months and eight days Been waiting here Transporter broken Horizon's clear Day one No vegetation Blips on my screen Whatever was here Has been disappeared Now here's alright Now here's alright Alright Day two Wait tower Radar's going off I see a small creature Who can barely walk My data says, "Large" But what I see is small Text reads, "Big Danger" This just looks tired Now here's alright Now here's alright Alright Alright Day three Come in, tower All our data's wrong Research inconsistent We misread it all There was no monster And what's left is near dead Control killed a phantom From inside their heads (Come in, come in) Now here's alright (you've lost my screen) (Do you respond?) Nowhere's alright, alright (variable text field is frozen) (Look at your monitors) (Don't take your eyes off the monitor) alright (We're losing you) (Subterra outpost, stay calm) alright (We're losing you) (You're going-) al-