Chimaera

Chimaera - Bad Religion

You took a time bomb

And a case of crackers

And you made a maelstrom of organic debris

Then you took a work bench

And a rusty anvil

And you polished them for everyone to see

You have created an unhealthy monster

But you're nowhere but nowhere to be found

So I guess I'll just cope with my provisions

From now until the day they lay me down

You took a baboon

And made him perfect

You took a lion

And stripped him of his pride

Then you took a million more varieties

A scalpel and a sartory

And you stitched up a horrible surprise

You have created an unsocial monster

And you're searched for all over the globe

And most believe that things would sure be better

If you'd come down here and tell us what you know

Who is to blame for this

Someone tell me please

His handiwork is flawed

And it's there for all to see

Mutations aberrations and blatant anomalies

They multiply and give rise to this monstrosity

You took the most abundant smallest bits of matter

And you instilled them with affinity

And then you stratified accumulations

Weeded out bad variations

And blended up your unique recipe

You have created a powerful monster

With direction and purpose all it's own

And if you were here

Would things be any different

Or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone