Old Demeter, she's got a fever
Her last lover planted the seed
She's been smoking since 1750
Slowly rotting from in her belly
Oden's bleeding, slowly receding
But there's no time to be creating
Hordes roam free regardless of slaughter
Holy God they're after my daughter
Oh you can slow the motion but you can't turn around
Oh every time you think you see it, it's gone
Holy rollers, they took us over
Driving us all into the water
Holy shit I think we're devolving
Oh you can slow the motion but you can't turn around
Oh every time you think you see it, it's gone