The Shape of Things Lyrics

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

CHORUS:
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

CHORUS

As I watch this creature grow
It starts to take a look
Just under it's own being

CHORUS

No longer recognize this
This nightmaaaaare