Missing Time (ADDICTIVE Alien Abduction Song AI)

Two hours and thirty-two minutes don’t exist. A bruise appears where it shouldn’t. And the recording says he wasn’t alone. “Missing Time” by Powerful Technology in the Hands of Babies, from InvAIsion. An alien-abduction song told through a surreal night drive, fractured memories, unexplained marks, and lights that don’t belong in the sky. Watch with headphones. Follow the lyrics—and decide whether remembering would be worse than forgetting. Subscribe for more original AI music, sci-fi stories, and cinematic music videos. Which detail would scare you most: the missing hours, the marks, or the voice on the recording? #MissingTime #AlienAbduction #AIMusic LYRICS Two seventeen on the dash when I turned off the road, Empty county line, nowhere left to go, Radio hiss where the station should've been, Then the same little stretch of trees showed up again. I know this road, I could drive it asleep, But the mile signs repeated like a scratched DVD, Phone lost service, compass spun east, And the engine went quiet but I never lost speed. White light behind me, too bright for a car, No headlights approaching, no sound from afar, Looked in the mirror, saw nothing at all, Then I blinked one time and the night was gone. Four forty-nine and I'm parked somewhere strange, Twenty-six miles from the route that I came, Gas tank lower but the odometer same, Mud on my shoes and a cut with no pain. I keep doing the math but the numbers don't fit, Two hours and thirty-two minutes don't exist, No calls, no texts, no memory glitch, Just a blank in my head where the whole night went missing. Missing time, Where did the minutes go? One blink, Now I'm miles from home. Missing time, Clock jumped, memory froze, Something happened out there, But nobody knows. Missing time, Whole piece cut from my mind, I remember before, I remember after, But nothing between those lines. Next morning sunlight felt wrong on my skin, Coffee in my hand, trying to piece it again, Found three little marks in a row on my shin, And a circular bruise where a bruise shouldn't've been. Clothes smelled metallic, like rain on a rail, Tiny black dust on the cuff by the nail, Dreamt of a room but the image would fail, Every time I got close, my thoughts hit a veil. There was pressure, No picture. A hum, Then a shiver. Cold air, Bright ceiling, Can't tell what I remember. Could've dreamed that. Could've made that. Brain filling blanks where the tape snapped. But why does my watch have a crack in the back And why did my camera record only black? Audio file, two hours long, Nothing but static and one low tone, Then seventeen seconds somewhere near dawn Where I hear myself breathing, But I wasn't alone. Can't make out words, Can't make out names, Just something underneath with a rhythm unchanged, Like four little knocks, Then four again, And my voice saying softly, "Please don't..." Then it ends. Missing time, Where did the minutes go? One blink, Now I'm miles from home. Missing time, Clock jumped, memory froze, Something happened out there, But nobody knows. Missing time, Whole piece cut from my mind, I remember before, I remember after, But nothing between those lines. Couple weeks later, I stopped taking that route, Told myself coincidence, laughed it all out, Brain plays tricks when you're tired and stressed, That's a comfortable answer, so I liked that one best. Then I woke one night at exactly three ten, Standing by the window with the curtains spread, No idea how long I'd been out of bed, With that same low vibration crawling through my head. Street was empty. Sky was clear. Every dog in the neighborhood disappeared Into silence so total I could hear My pulse in my throat and the blood in my ears. Then a light moved slowly over the trees, Didn't blink like a plane, didn't drift like a dream, Stopped for a second directly over me, And every digital clock went blank simultaneously. Next thing I know, morning pouring through blinds, Sheets still made and there's dirt on my sides, Phone says six twenty but I know that's a lie, Because three hours vanished in the blink of an eye. Now I don't chase answers, don't look at the sky, Don't hypnotize memories better left buried inside, Some doors stay closed for a reason sometimes, Because maybe what's worse than forgetting that night Is remembering why. Missing time, Where did the minutes go? One blink, Now I'm miles from home. Missing time, Clock jumped, memory froze, Something happened out there, And I don't wanna know. Missing time, Whole piece cut from my mind, I remember before, I remember after, But nothing between those lines. Missing time. Missing time. Whatever took those hours Can keep what's left behind.