The Apes of Wrath

The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath!

Flecked with gore I face you

My hide is writhing with worms

I come from the place where the Flesh Sculptors pile

Wretched creations born of blood and bile

The creatures that lived here

And now held in our thrall

The mayor and his cronies

Have been nailed to the wall

This pattern of violence

It hinges on fate

The seal of your coffin

You found out to late

The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath!

I am the ruler

The mutilator of dreams

All life falls apart at the seams

The creatures that lived here

And now held in our thrall

The mayor and his cronies

Have been nailed to the wall

This pattern of violence

Hinges on fate

The seal of your coffin, you

Found out to late

The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath!

Prepare yourselves for violence

A spinning, flailing mass

Tips are jocked, jaws are clocked, we sit back and laugh

Spitting bloody chicklets, veins are bulging from their throat

The blood fills a moat

You must fight with boats

Trying to express your rage

You must use your fists

Personality dissolves in a

In a red and raging mist

The Apes of Wrath! The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath! The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath! The Apes of Wrath!

The Apes of Wrath! The Apes of Wrath!

I am the ruler

Mutilator of dreams

Truth be told, I enjoy the role

Illicitor of screams