The Beast Songtext
von Chasca

Crowing, crying in a snit
Growing, dying bit by bit
Leaving all my cares behind
Poison on a rotten mind

Grabbing, groping, caring, coping
Drooling, schooling, giggling, wiggling
Picturing a place more to my taste
Though it seems like such a waste
To run and hide

I′ve grown, quite dry
Performing fierce fellatio
On my pride

I don't know what I should say or do
And it causes me to sweat, profusely
How about you


And you′re always in my plan
I'll do all that I can
Please try and understand
I'm the: Superstenstial, quintessential
Merely moderate morbid mutually muzzled
Moody minor malleable
Makeshift modern man

While you sleep and breathe
Slumbering sound and tight
Smoke forms a wispy wreathe
And wafts in the dead of night

Well you know
That it′s just me
Keeping my little eye
Open for you

Laughing, lounging on a lark
Scrimping, scrounging in the dark
Holding out for better days
Slurping swill like mayonnaise

Picturing a life more ordinary
Though it′s scary, I can almost make believe
That you are with me, here
In this pre-apocalyptic Shangri La
And it causes me to scream
With great intensity