Open up the vault and let us breathe
Air is the only thing I need
I asked the patient server, have you food?
Soon we will feed
Gazing out to the window to the sea
Underneath the surface stood the beast
For was high up dancing on the breeze
Soon we will feast

Open up the monster crowded mass
And from the belly sneaking in her hand
Whenever petrol grave
But you'll be on the table just the same
We've launched attack with only food in mind
The beast did lurch but he eventually died
For was high up dancing on the breeze
Soon we will feast

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Writer(s): John Peter Dwyer