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    "The Insect God" Lyrics

    Monks Of Doom

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    What has become of Millicent Frastley?
    Is there any hope that she is still alive?
    Why haven't they found her?
    It's rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five

    What has become of Millicent Frastley?
    Last seen alone playing at the edge of the park
    There was no one with her to keep her from straying away
    And she wandered off into the oncoming dark

    A silent and glittering black motor drew up
    To where she sat nibbling grass
    And an arm with two elbows then held out a tin filled with cinnamon balls
    And beckoned the youngster in

    What has become of Millicent Frastley?
    Old feelings of horror, resentment and pity
    Things which so seldom turn out for the best
    As the last of the light died out in the west
    The car unobserved sped away from the city

    The Frastleys grew sick with apprehension
    Which a heavy tea only increased
    Though they felt it was scarcely genteel to mention the loss of the child
    They phoned in the police

    Police with their truncheons and notebooks descended
    On the haunts of the underworld
    In spite of their efforts, they ended with nothing
    They could not find the girl

    The car after hours and hours of travel
    Arrived at a gate in an endless wall
    It pulled up the drive and stopped on the gravel
    At the foot of a vast and crumbling hall

    And hope started to languish
    It soon was replaced by all manner of fear
    The family twisted their fingers in anguish
    And got them all damp with the flow of their tears

    The child was removed to a ballroom whose hangings
    And mirrors were streaked with a luminous slime
    They leapt through the air with their buzzings and twangings
    To work themselves up to their ritual crime

    They stung her and stripped off her garments and lastly
    They sucked inside a kind of a pod
    And then it was that little Millicent Frastley
    Was sacrificed to the insect god

    And then it was that little Millicent Frastley
    Was sacrificed to the insect god
    This song was submitted on February 17th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Gorey, Immergluck, Krummenacher, Lisher, Ped.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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