From back when I was just a young kid, I remember digging a piece of metal out from underneath my skin.

I remember fiddling, flipping it over.

The fear in my mother's eyes when I showed her.

I remember waking up not able to move.

I know that this had happened to my mother too.

she told me just to pray to jesus don't talk about it let it alone just leave it

See, she knew that nobody believe it.

Still recall headaches and my nose bleeding.

and the logic defied all reason i need to know the truth and what lies beneath it

Was there a pattern or some kind of sequence?

It happened often, but this time we're not more frequent.

If there was answers, I would actively seek it.

Now sweep it under the rug like our little secret.

There was no fire in the sky, just a paralyzed wide-eyed child.

We were confused and we lived in fear, cause in the mid-80s something visited Belvedere.

There was no fire in the sky Just a paralyzed wide-eyed child We were confused and we lived in fear Cause in the mid-80s something visited Belvedere

I remember whispers.

I remember cold on my back and incision and insert.

I remember being conscious, stuck to my bed, both terrified and astonished.

I remember praying that this was a dream.

Close my eyes and just try to go to sleep.

I remember adrenaline.

My heart was beating out of my chest but I couldn't move anything.

It was all so real, but surreal, like watching it all unfold on an old reel to reel.

Like it was a memory.

Like somehow I was watching it happen to another me.

Like time was manipulated Like the future and the past were both syncopated

Like a ripple in the timeline would find its future self And when it did, it was reciprocated

There was no fire in the sky, just a paralyzed wide-eyed child.

We were confused and we lived in fear, cause in the mid-80s something visited Belvedere.

There was no fire in the sky, just a paralyzed wide-eyed child.

We were confused and we lived in vehicles in the mid-80s, something visited Belvedere.

I remember no air.

Feel hands on me coming from nowhere.

I remember shadows, blackness, a different kind of dark The movement of my mattress

I remember shaking.

Two eyes looked on.

Both so vacant.

A metallic case that by now it's safe to assume I'm crazy.

Cause they didn't take me.

Maybe they're watching, cataloging my every move Maybe they're not, maybe they're watching you

You wouldn't understand unless you lived it Honestly, I look forward to the next visit

There was no fire in the sky Just a paralyzed wide-eyed child

We were confused and we lived in fear.

Cause in the mid 80's something visited Belvedere.

There was no fire in the sky, just a paralyzed wide-eyed child.

We were confused and we lived in fear, cause in the mid-80s, something visited Belvedere.

I'm sorry.