Shoggoths Away - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

While on a flight one day I passed over the polar city

And curious zipped down to see what I could glean

Behold the nightmare pit that splashed with piping

Shapeless monsters

I packed them in the bay of my B-17

Shoggoths away

That’s what I say

Shoggoths away

Hey, hey

Nobody wants my mindless iridescent protoplasms

They said to fly them out and drop them in the sea

I tried to sell them on their mimicking adaptive powers

«Why don’t you get your oily tendrils offa me?»

Shoggoths away

Today’s the day

Shoggoths away

Hey, hey

Yes they can form and unform countless limbs and sensing

Organs

Like a stomach turned inside out and salient

I picture countless plastic beasties falling from the sky

And

Dropping like sacks of wet cement