It's a tale that still lives on in hushed tones on aging lips
From the ones that survived the being who may not have meant harm
But it still ended lives, so many it seemed the whole world caved
"But that can't be, that can't be, that can't be, that can't be!" You gasp
"That can't be, that can't be, that can't be!" you gasp
Oh, you gasp

But when your whole damn town ended up decaying from looking at hideousness
Then "the whole world died" almost makes sense

But what had caused this mass un-living? This fatal psychological harm?
An ocean beast of small size, so strange that a creature of that frame
Could ever be, ever be, ever be, ever be that bad
Could it be, could it be, could it be that bad?
Oh, it's bad

But if it's in town, your soul will be fraying because of its sheer ugliness
Psychic damage will end you right then
It'll be a ghost town, not one soul remaining, nobody you knew there will live
A death by madness, a hell of an end

Supposedly a crustacean
The odd one out if one looks at the list
I'd understand the other ones being the monster because
Look at the, look at the face of a lobster, not hard
Won't even need a zoom to have the problems start, oh
All of my brain is consumed by that part:
It's a barnacle, how is it ugly? Too hard

The world cannot take the ugliest face
It sounds so insane but no-one can say
That they saw the face and made it out safe
Don't look at the face

Lumpy thing stuck on a rock, how's it crab-related? Know not
Just know it will stop your heart, one look, oh, one look upon it will blow up your heart