It's a boring day
Until we hear sidewalks breaking.
Underwater sonar picks up a pulse
and satellites catch a dorsal fin;
The microphones we have are closing in on the source of the sound.
It's a boring day until we hear sidewalks breaking
No signs of disturbances still - besides the mess we're making
Of this earth; surely you know what we could've unearthed
Maybe somebody somewhere performed an ancient ritual dance
Envoking a being frozen in trance:
"Awake now and surface and see us as ants!"
Maybe an artifact was unearthed, something ancient rebirthed.
Maybe a sacrifice was tricked; maybe his neck was slit.
Maybe gallons of fake blood were poured into some kind of sentient mud awakening whatever slumbers beneath come above.
Maybe this monster movie's about love.
It's a boring day until we hear sidewalks breaking
No signs of disturbances still, besides the mess we're making
Of this earth; surely you know what we could've unearthed.
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