Lyrics

The Depth of the Nut
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Solomon the king
Understood why Demons SO desire to cling
To the sons of man
As the layers of the shells to the kernel of the nut

The Demons wish to lead the sons of man astray
To whisk their moral objections away
To use them, to abuse them
To measure and to pleasure them
To give them what they SO think they need
And, in exchange, take their see
Ever more Demons to bree

Who do men not only copulate to procreate
But also, obsessively, masturbate?
It is the natural work of the Demons
And it is, therefore and simply, man’s fate
It is not an urge innate, from deep within
But the Demon’s preoccupation with sin
Man, in his core, is pure
But he is too weak to resist any lure

The sons of man are easy to reduce
The sons of Lilith are eager to seduce
And all of them had better not reproduce