Have you ever wondered
Why we are here?
On this planet, being plundered
By our emotions, by our carrier
Being lonely but still bothered
Sometimes, I feel like an extraterrestrial

Our lives can be definied as a trial
A trial, which we hardly desire
Which we just cannot admire
But somehow i still don’t see the denial-
People who may wanna be a fighter
Sometimes, I feel like an extraterrestrial

The word is just not what it would be
Everything seems to be immemorial
And unless,the human race is free
We just can’t belive that our trial
Has drawn to a close - but maybe
Sometimes, I feel like an extraterrestrial