The Lord of Husk And Rinds

A puppy with it's eyelid in a vice, let out a moan, which no science could defend against. The songbird to the cellphone tower crashed wrote out a bill for which reason could not recompense

We are like them in a way, just the error of our day, like that scientific ape, it's not for us to escape
They're sealing up the hive for the lord of husk and rinds
Hard shell, tough sell, too old, too cold

We are like them in a way, said a sanguinary toad from his perch above an open grave. But he never got his way, cast down under a rock for the spiders to investigate

He's not swimming in the sea, it's a test facility, It's an interesting crime, In the city Anaheim
Not gold, I'm sold