Not H. P. Lovecraft nor Stephen King

In their darkest moments, who would dream such a thing?

Humongous homunculus

Speaker of lies

It is said to be Death

To look in its eyes

What's its name?

This creature of malice?

No one knows for sure

But the locals call him Neil Patrick Fallon

Rumor has it he's a Government Experiment

And everything about him is a masquerade

Others say he's a heavenly angel

Getting ready for the end of days

Call your mama or your pa

Tell everybody here what you saw

Call the sheriff, go get the priest

Vegetable, Mineral, Man, or Beast?

He's a no-good double dealing

Snake-eyed soul stealing

Serpent of a thing you'd be hard pressed to call a man

House-breaking, money taking

God's punishment; There's no mistaking

His footprints leave only empty eyes and wasted lands

Cryptozoological would not even begin to explain it

We know not where it comes from

Nor do we know its motivation

Wake the governor, close the roads

Pack your suitcase, charge your phones

Neither living nor deceased

Vegetable, Mineral, Man, or Beast?

He's a no-good double dealing

Fork-tongued faith healing

Serpent of a thing you'd be hard pressed to call a man

House-breaking, money taking

God's punishment; There's no mistaking

His footprints leave only empty eyes and wasted lands

Not H. P. Lovecraft nor Stephen King

In their darkest moments, who would dream such a thing?

No-Good double dealing

Snake-eyed soul stealing

Nothing but empty eyes and wasted lands

Not H. P. Lovecraft nor Stephen King

In their darkest moments would admit such a thing

No-Good double dealing

Fork-tongued faith healing

Nothing but empty eyes and wasted lands