Quatermass Has Told Us

Ed Motta

Compositor: Ed Motta

The air is thin and it‘s hard to breathe here
A defect in our suits was foreseen
Calling the base
They pretend they can‘t hear
Was it a test?
We have to discard this
There’s a small little ship
Saved for occasions like this
Something’s been growing
How can this be so strong?

Quatermass has told us
But no one heard
Searching their files
There is something revealing
I tore a piece
Only way to survive in a project like this
I'm to blame
I‘m hired for this