the monolith of phobos it stares buzz in the eye it bids him question why we live and do or die the monolith of phobos it stares buzz in the eye on a tater shaped moon thats falling from the sky the monolith of phobos it makes buzz ponder how like the brownest of the cows what will we all do now the monolith of phobos it makes buzz ponder how and in his troubled worry sweat beads upon his brow the monolith of phobos enters into buzzs dreams riddles bursting from the seams raise passion in the eye that gleams the monolith of phobos enters into buzzs dreams and questions more than answers rise like cream1