M E N  IN  B L A C KùùBiG GuYùùYou talk you dieThey exlaimed as they left my life
For now at leastWho were these men in black?They pull upin their raven black carsStepping out, into the open
but they are not to be seenConcealed by theirblack coats and hats.Glasses, worn so not to showpain, o
r passion,and yet we feel their coldnessThreats of deathall they ask is for me not to speekbut why do they 
care so muchthey try to scare meso I will not tellBut I know the truth
they say, it's only a dream
but can dreams leave scars
and can dreams leave such vivid memories

And if it is a dream
what is the harm of telling others
These men in black seem to think it is true
only to deny it in the end

The men in black
knocking on your door
they are not your friends
do not let them scare you

for they have already come to me
and I shall die tomorrow
just because i have spoken
about the lights in the sky