As I watch this creature grow   It starts to take a look   Just under it’s own being      And what it finds   Will be the nothing it has sought   Lost for all time, this prize      When will it bite the hand that feeds it   First taste of flesh it is so pure   The shape of things so twisted      With one quick strike   The master turns to slave   The beast has grown from it’s bonds      And what it finds   Outside the gates of it’s own mind   For all time unkind      When will it bite the hand that feeds it   First taste of flesh it is so pure   The shape of things so twisted      As I watch this creature grow   It starts to take a look   Just under it’s own being      When will it bite the hand that feeds it   First taste of flesh it is so pure   The shape of things so twisted   No longer recognize this nightmare