Miskatonic Bossa Nova
Slug † Christ
[Verse 1]
I once met a god
Who didn’t look like god at all
His tentacles shines
He had thousands of eyes
On both the in and outside
He told me be not afraid
You do not understand what you see
I am the sun, I am the moon
And everything between
[Hook]
Holy in a way most peculiar
He holds me like a naive juvenile
Gentile
[Verse 2]
I was blessed with a higher sight
To see what could not be seen
Unbeknownst to me
These higher frequencies
Hid all manner of things
Thе brains of men are weak
Primitivе and under evolved
I could not comprehend
A single thing in the end
And succumbed to my triviality’
[Hook]
Holy in a way most peculiar
He holds me like a naive juvenile
Gentile
It’s futile