Trap. Catching their young
We're coming for you
Apes. Open their skulls
We're looking for grease
Their brain. Feast on their heads
We feed. Now we are strong
Our teeth are sharp enough
Your skin is sweet and tastes
So familiar
Run
Worried, poor tiny things
Slain before your weaning
Fallen, picked from the trees
You run
Mourn your children, slow monkeys
Watching them die
Seeing our power over thee
Catching their young
Their brain. Feast on their heads
We feed. Now we are strong
Our teeth are sharp enough
Your skin is sweet and tastes
So familiar
Open their skulls
Feast on their heads
Open their skulls
Now we are strong
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