Fe fi fo fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
Fe fi fo Fuuuummm
Now bring me the gun,
I'll do some harm.
The cattle stampede
through the farm.
Into the hollow earth they go
You can't believe your naked eyes,
I'll mesmerized til the edge of time
You can count on that to be
Never wait for the answer, oh no
I'll bring you down
to the end, I'll
take you under,
and make you feel at ease.
Evan Mix:
Do we make up the supernatural because we're lonely
And trust everything that's been said in testimonies
About abductions from beings that look like macaronis
Making luncheons from beings just like pepperonis
But science fiction
An alarming subscription
For remote conviction
Meaning there's more people having experiences
that make them believe
With that confidence
In our species' dominance
Takes our audience
Meaning the believers want the supernatural to take
them away and teach them
But why do we need to be awe-inspired by life that
we don't even know exists
Are we feeling blasé?
Are we bored?
Does it compensate for thinking externally
Hiding the insecurity with expressing internally
Meaning I guess I have difficulty believing they're
true
For sci-fi all I need is lazer-tag, pew pew
Chorus:
We are the giants of the hollow earth
We are the giants of the hollow earth
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