Here's an old song I made last year

Huge grey gargantuan of Africa
Inside your cage, painting shades of red all on your page
With all your rage never known, how could you blow or go and tell em no?

They draw your blood, and time your waste
Haven't you had enough, isn't time for them to have a taste now?

Rally up the beasts
Rally up the beasts
Rally up the beasts

One night in silent submission
Forever free, as was tradition

They've deep tranquilizers
And you, death supplier

Come one, come all, come to my grand ceremony of our freedom!
We've got the tall, we've got the loved, we've got a lust for blood
Ha-ha-ha-ha, look at them squirm, ha-ha-ha-ha, look at them burn, pitiful scum, do you see?
No use are your thumbs when I am free ahahahaha

Huge grey gargantuan, of conviction
Outside the walls, trumpeting calls of your triumph
Tales of your stampede expand and self-sunder, it
Grows beyond your control, do you dare grab ahold? Do you dare?