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lyrics
The Monster
Intro
What are you?
Get the fuck away from me
No…
NOOOOO!
Verse 1
Surely you’ve read inflammatory stories
Alleged allegories allowed in laboratories
I fucked up, I admit it, as professors
We forget it if the exhibit ain’t broke then why should I fix it?
My predecessors personally presented
Me unprecedented privilege, I’m completely permitted
To exceed our limit because perceived perimeters inhibit us
Just as precedents that was represented us
Pretentious, no longer expect the least
From experimenter’s expertise especially
Specialist specialties exerted experienced experts –
All except for me, the sole amateur
Soul tamperer in confidence incomplete knowledge is
Incompetence, my concealed endeavor
Builds peer pressure until indefinite
Preposterous consequence was...MONSTROUS
Chorus
Master and Monster amongst the masses, once the
Imprudent tutor produced a student -
Mutant product, without proof of proper
Procedure, insecure process to prosper
Regrettable, unprofessional medical practitioner
Prisoner wishing away premonitions of
Pursuit, pretending the permanent pertinent problem
Won’t prevail but can be prevented provided precaution
Verse 2
My fallible inferior corrupted conduct its
Ulterior motives reached my superiors, sponsors quit
Impermissible to even proctor this project’s prospects
Despite this, despicable desperate contemptible
Container of chemical toxic content
Materialized the unpredictable
Central essential pivotal point pinnacle
Abnormal original abomination mutation gone critical
Visualize a foreign formidable foe invincible
Invisible miniscule of soul in visual
Cynical insensible and miserable sentience
Unforgettable, I reminisce on incidents of innocents’
Evacuation of the premises
Behemoth incensed nemesis vicious vehement intents of vengeance
In defense of remnants of my innocence
This hidden horrendous face was an accident, in a sense
Verse 3
Sins of the past bite you in the ass
When you ask for more than you can afford and chew
One dose of morphine mutates morphing to
Be a “Nugen”-clear bomb, not the prettiest creature
Hideous amphibious ape-troll facial features
Approaches atrocious ferocious premature doses
My anti-heroics had one focus: I promised
On a moment’s notice I’d destroy this “Magnum Opus”
I hope it’s not too late to thwart its explosive
Rampage threat on society corrosive I can see
Reality check that enlightens me reliably
While he’s sizing me up, finding the blood on my hands blinding me
Finally, I’ve come around to not hunt him down
Alterations caused our altercations
There’s alternatives to rancorous relationships that anger us
It ain’t just because my worthless presents weren’t deserving his presence,
He didn’t deserve this
End
Master and monster;
Why we’re so quick to change those we love, I don’t know
You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved,
Some repairs are best left to the professionals
So don’t – don’t – don’t try this at home kids
John Van “Nugen” Nguyen, what I’ve done to wrong you, I am truly sorry
You deserve better than this
But I guess sins of the past – sin – sins of the past – sins of the past bite you in the ass.
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