El Comunicador

There's a being that fears us;
Someone who wants to hide us.
With square optics and vomits deceit;
Disconnects your reason.

Yellow is his blood,
Repressed is his heart.
He breaks your senses;
He's a focus of infection.

I don't know what his name is,
He's the communicator.
He's the communicator.
He's the communicator.
He's the communicator.

You've been hidden for years,
Afraid to feel it.
Now it's time to sharpen our fangs,
With your eye between the legs.

I don't know how he laughs,
He's the communicator.
He's the communicator.
He's the communicator.
He's the communicator.