The Invuhlid Behemoth - The Great Small

A terrifying God, made of money
Is tellin' me to amputate my leg
So the tribe of babies that lives inside my Hyundai
Can feast upon my flesh for seven days

This retail air is bound to give me cancer
This sweet & low will be anthrax one day
This guilty sense is a tumor on my brainstem
This demon king will never go away

This demon king will never go away

At times it seems that we deserve it all
The human race are fiends for capital
There's no excuse to let that baby cry
Posterity will wither up and die

Posterity will wither up and die

Prepare yourself for a world, ruled by aliens
A world where thought is banished from your mind
Because your mind is made of worthless grey matter
That thinks it knows a thing or two about life

There's something off about this celestial being
It's more human than we give credit for
It was set here, to babysit us plebeians
And make sure that we can't run out the door

And make sure that we don't run out the door

At times it seems that we deserve it all
Disease, violence, death, the common cold
But redemption is a human way of life
But not if we continue to fucking lie

Will we live to see the people truly thrive?
Or has hope, fallen by the wayside?

Written by:
Jordan Miles

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