Hailing from a deranged dimension
Worse than dreams any man has thought
What’s left? A rearranged mutation
What shall be will be evermore
Crawling on the floor of human filth
Bottom-feeder sucking waste from others
Tyrantula
Leaving death-webs for their helpless victims
Naïveté will quench its hunger pains
Tyrantula
Hailing from a deranged dimension
Worse than dreams any man has thought
What’s left? A rearranged mutation
All that was shall be nevermore
Hail tyrantula, lord arachni-God
Hail tyrantula, tyrant pseudo-God
Once you’re in, you’re trapped
There’s no escape
Psychic whips entangle in your mind
Tyrantula
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