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lyrics
"The Territory"
Words and music by Serene Dominic
I might as well confess I'm not an alien from another galaxy
It's a malady that makes me perpetrate this fallacy
For if the truth I cleverly concealed were to be revealed You would know I'm not a space invader,
just a time-traveling cicada,
Who once had it made always getting laid
But now knows the shame of seeing our dicks turn to vapor, Wishing we were hung like a first grader.
When fungal hallucinogens spread through our species like a pestilence,
After the war of 2312 our genitals, they fell off from impotency spreading spores
Our kind faced extinction when our female population
saw no more getting it up the butthole, far from viral we were sterile, good for nothing but a cuddle and a dry hump, they deflected and we hived off in a pack, reflecting on how to get our genitals back as we sat in storage units and mused on the lack of a ballsack
With nowhere else to go and nothing else to do,
We learned to read and work the abandoned VCRs no one claimed to need and we watched history channel documentaries about Cosa Nostra, our confidence was bolstered and with the ability to time travel We would become the new Mafia and grow a pair as it were. But instead of balls we grew legs and we learned that we could tilt people's heads but now if we were to travel back to our time we'd find our women kind no longer needed males, for as we learned about the Mafia they studied lesbianism and the Lilith Fair and they must've watched that movie where the womankind in tacky mylar swimwear enslaved men into reproducing morning noon and night, and thought they had it right
So we're a walking talking sperm bank with nowhere to go and oppressing humans isn't the kick we'd thought it's be
So you tell me how a cicada can grow a new dick,
I lost my only friend I feel nauseous and sick and I wanna plant roots, fuck and no longer roam but like Bela Lugosi, I have no home.
When did all the magic turn to misdirection...
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