Inhuman Condition - Tyrantula

Hailing from a deranged dimension
Worse than dreams any man has thought
What’s left? A rearranged mutation
What shall be will be evermore

Crawling on the floor of human filth
Bottom-feeder sucking waste from others

Tyrantula

Leaving death-webs for their helpless victims
Naïveté will quench its hunger pains

Tyrantula

Hailing from a deranged dimension
Worse than dreams any man has thought
What’s left? A rearranged mutation
All that was shall be nevermore

Hail tyrantula, lord arachni-God
Hail tyrantula, tyrant pseudo-God

Once you’re in, you’re trapped
There’s no escape
Psychic whips entangle in your mind

Tyrantula