Protein - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

Cut off her ears

She didn’t want to hear

The voice, the gods

She didn’t seem to fear

She is not of the water

I took her piece by piece

This planet’s getting hotter

There’s got to be a better way

She’s dead, that’s fine

It’s the kind of work that suits me

She’s dead, that’s fine

It’s the kind of work…

I had a dream

The crawling chaos said

I need for you to

Fill everyone with lead

He filled me up with protein

I gave the magic sign

He gave me x-ray vision

And now the world is mine

She’s dead, that’s fine

It’s the kind of work that suits me

She’s dead, that’s fine

I’m ready