Vile beyond conception
Floating in the air
Made visible by science
They're around you everywhere
In loathsome profusion
Archaic and arcane
These jellyish monstrosities
Are fucking with your brain
Confused to a state of repulsion
You stare at the unnamable spawn
Keep still - Don't move or they'll get ya
These flabby little things from beyond
Beyond aesthetic standards
Fouler than the night
Paralyzed you're screaming
As they're going for a bite
With a malignant purpose
Too unholy to be grasped
You slowly start to fathom
That this is your final gasp
Lo and behold the abominations
You try telling yourself you've been conned
But as they pierce your flesh you acknowledge
The flabby little things from beyond
With your preternatural eye
You watch before you die
Sights so vastly profane
You've gone beyond insane
[ lead: Pehrsson ]
Confused to a state of repulsion
You stare at the unnamable spawn
Keep still - Don't move or they'll get ya
These flabby little things from beyond
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