Fossil Genera - A Feed from Cloud Mountain

Beyond the satellites
Sweet candy populous
A worry free entrance into the world's history
Never underestimate
Never think beyond their thoughts
The satellites have been trapped
and Cloud Mountain will carry on the commands of our ancestors

Indeed we work from here
We have for centuries
Hearing every breath
Watching every disease
(You must accept this truth)

Below the satellites
The leaders are driving to the farthest retreat.
Sit back, relax, enjoy the ride
They have been speaking for years
Every night while you are asleep
they have been discussing what the future holds for us all
The outer space takeover.
Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea
brought by our fellow night owls
Their stories have been mocked
Their ideas have been crushed
But after last night they control
every idea we will think from here on out

A government overthrown
We have come to tell you all that we could have prepared for this

The night owl speaks overhead
The apocalypse (at least our apocalypse)
will happen sooner than we think
If we don't read the journals our station has prepared for you all
We call ourselves the "night owls"
We've roamed the earth for years and kept your world afloat
We've made it so you stay comfortable in your precious homes
While you sleep,we discuss.
Discuss our future
Your future

Our journals give detailed instructions on the machines
and weapons we must build
These are weapons that none of you
would even begin to think could harm the outside world
Everything you know is false
Your first instinct is now your last.
Like I've said before
We have been discussing and planning this for decades
(Trust is essential)
We don't have time to explain everything,
But just know that everything will soon change.

Trust us and we will all be safe.
We are the new government.

Before the satellites
In simple times we must take control.
With simple skies we create
More sky
A simple land we must change
For man
Is god
A simple life we must break
How fast we grow
We must move on