[Verse 1]
What frail vestiges of this folk are left
Caught in a web of pernicious sexual neuroses
Spun through our culture by the RDC?
This civil war between the wavering brain and the penis'
Inhuman pragmatism was known to Paul
Facing advances from the wife of his invalid brother
"I, steely in my resolve," he says, "will not be swayed!"
The penis gains the barbarous power of speech
Snide whispered remarks as he goes about his day
At night, screaming from his urethra
Vicious arguments ensue - it grows teeth and
Chews through the muffling front of his jеans until
Soon Paul has it removed
Amongst the hospital rеfuse, its humanoid growth continues
Looking more like its owner - growing ears, eyes and arms
It walks by the moonlight on its balls to the home of its oppressor
[Verse 2]
It kills him, takes his clothes, replaces him at work
And fucks the wife of his invalid brother
Bearing a focus on self-preservation
Not afforded his fellows, he comes into success
Arousing suspicions of RDC agents
This fellow not weakened by their machinations
Inside the interview room, Dr Coehn asks him
"Are you okay these days?"
"Yes! Yes!" the penis says
"You seem different to us."
"Well, I, I... since you ask... since my brother got sick
It's made me re-evaluate things in my life, you see."
But Coehn buys it not, opens a window and
In rushes an icy blast. 'Paul' shrivels in his clothes
"IMPOSTER!" the agents cry, shooting the man on sight