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