Analog signals will fade from this place
They’ll only be left orphaned
Sealed envelopes floating in space
Momentos that become debris
Flotsam of cosmic world ender
No galactic post to mark
return to sender
While we endure advertisements
in this digital hell
In the void of space
no one cares what you sell
Down here beneath our clouded veil
the onslaught continues
our senses assail
If they’re out there they’re laughing
at fools so grand
Be sure they’ll clear us all off
long before they land