[Verse 1: Foreknown] He was created out of the spare parts of a calculator wristwatch When a calibrator messed around and got the wires criss-crossed He lived in a pocket of energy with an emergency release Which was triggered by an explosion thus the emergence of the Beast Now depending on who you ask What happens next is debatable Depicted-ness usually comes from sources incapable Either the left or the right is the curse of detect That's why I'm leaving it up to the reader to find which version is best The Beast x6 One school of thought has the creature painted as a Satan Who always seemed to thrive and only arrive wherever the pain is He was evil and reincarnated with the heart of an in vacuous void He targeted innocence with the bullet lense and he had to destroy But the other side of the coin said he's been wrongly accused Those who portray him as a monster are just strongly confused But no matter which side of the argument they all can at least, agree that nobody's ever experienced anything quite like the Beast He stood about 10 feet tall, but when he hunched he was just half that The expression on his face was to be feared or to be laughed at You didn't have to stare to notice the audity on his left peck Where other people had a heart the Beast had a ca**ette deck With a tape that played a heartbeat that was both kind and gentle But when he got mad, it would get snagged, he had to wind it up with a pencil He had a giant beard which animals used as a nest Some of the creatures he would shelter others he would ingest The Beast x6 His vocal cords were often the topic of focal lore He had a language which nobody had written or spoke before Kinda sounded like a dragon was gagging up on an eagle Terrifying, yet at the same time, both noble and 'lingual' And nobody will understand how he always seemed to make sense Even if they couldn't agree upon facts or local events No matter which side of the argument they all can at least, agree that nobody's ever experienced anything quite like the Beast The Beast x6 He was driven outside the county and delivered up on the ground He gagged People were mocking him from the back of the truck, while on the ground he dragged Its true that you may be covered in flesh and it's true that you may bleed Bit it's also true that we don't like your kind -what ever your kind may be So they cut him loose and spun the wheels, and left him in a cloud So lonely and pathetic, once majestic and so proud And even those who cared for him they didn't dare to interfere So the only thing left to figure out was where to disappear So with a hunch much lower than he thought that he could get, he wondered into the wilderness with a broken ca**ette But every now and then the people hear him howling And it either comforts them or else it has them cowering And like I said depending on who you talk to the story will change, some will say he was a saint and some will call him deranged But no matter who which side of the argument, they all can at least, agree that nobodys ever experienced anything quite like the Beast The Beast x6 x2