I hope you know better than to try and be obscene
Cause you fit in there about as well as a thumb in a magazine
But the mission was coming together
Yeah, we almost knew what to do
But then it came: all the newspapers described it all the same way
It was a mission to the sun, that had another name: Magnifying Shame
There was a darkness all around him, like he always had to sneeze
"Here I'll show you where the car is" he said to the sea
Everything was glowing red which probably didn't mean a thing
You'd be better served to treat you with more respect
You've seen horrors overlap and often intersect
But don't you try to blame this on all this terrifying sameness
That you described, it was buzzing all around high
You expect a lot from folks who don't even exist: Terrifying Twists