When I woke up today, the air was very strange. I couldn't feel my skin, and there was evil in my bones. I tried to speak but found that I didn't have a voice. It was a prison like the one you would find in the Twilight Zone.
And I feel just like Sigourney Weaver When she had to kill those aliens. And one guy tried to get them back to the Earth. And she couldn't believe her ears.
So I was taken or I went towards what was west-- To where the ground was dead--and struck out at the giant sky. The sky was black and filled with tiny silver holes, And it was there, with a frightened voice, that I began to cry out loud.
I feel just like Winona Ryder In that movie about vampires. And she couldn't get that accent right; Neither could that other guy.
And I feel just like I am on Jupiter-- The one that looks like rainbow sherbet-- But it doesn't lend itself to life. And I haven't finished yet.