Overturned, the scarab begins to panic
Pleading to a desert moon
Mercy arrives, in the form of captive stepford wives
In rapture, the scarab tumbles down the blazing dune
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Latched together into sad little heards
Behind them a trail of bits and broken pieces
Vicious apes drag them onward with whips and with words
Guide us in this darkest hour
Protect us from the whim of the simian beast
Grant us the sacrament
Grant us the power
Hunters of the dawn, emerging from the fog
Crawling, head their calling and obey
In sand, the scarab leads scriptures
For the captives to stare at to no end
The ape has his god's and is the king of liars
And you have no god and cannot pretend
Guide us in this darkest hour
Protect us from the whim of the simian beast
Grant us the sacrament
Grant us the power
Alien time travel evolution attack
Ape men to the the left, right, front and back
Planetary quakes shift just as I turn
Galactic expansion fuel exhausting the burn
Weathered widows, missionaries
Conducted impulse once miscarried
The message with a wink and a nod
Delivered to the hands of god
Missing link of future inventions
The result of evolutions intentions
Bread and water, blood and wine
Yawn and stretching out the dawn of time
Guide us in this darkest hour
Protect us from the whim of the simian beast
Grant us the sacrament
Grant us the power to conquer and devour
As you roll out hieroglyphics across the sky
Soul transforming body and mind
Remaining only tooth and bone
Hallowed be thy name written stone