Uhhh….. hi! I’m Cosmos and, uh, I would like to welcome you to the land of the MOTH!!! Uhhh…. MOTHRACIDE loves you!!! The Cult of the Moth LOVES YOU!!!!! Uhh… Well… ladies and gentleman, boy and girls, and moths of all ages, please lend me your ear and you shall hear from birth to present glory here goes Cosmo’s story

Baby Moth! Now when Cosmo was young, he was young, he was young. Upon the Marshall Islands he sung, yeah he sung. He would sing about the Great Moth all day and all night. People called her MOTHRA, yeah she was outta sight. Being charged by hymnals, Smokin dust till he coughed, Some would label him a criminal, And try to cast him off. Others found him irresistible. Cause he was a Baby moth! Baby moth, baby moth. Baaaby moth. Baby moth, baby moth Wait, wait, wait. Wait a god damn minute guys. Who in the hell let Cosmo put out his own album? Seriously? Which one of you fuckheads thought it would be a good idea to let Cosmo structure his own solo album? I certainly didn’t approve of this shit. Look, that dust smoker even fucked up the order of these two tracks. Now everyone’s going to notice that birth should have come before baby, you fuckin moth head. And just what the fuck is a baby moth anyway? Isn’t that just a larva, a pupae, or a fuckin caterpillar anyway?

Whoo whoo whoo whoo Whoo whhooo whooo whoo Arrrghhh gagarrghh gaggglllleee! LLLLuueuerrrrreeeeeyyyyyy! Waaah! Waaah! pft Wahhh!

WAH! Oh boy, I just scored the biggest sack of mothdust ever. Straight from mother moth herself. I think I’m going to just smoke a little bit now and save a little for later. *Smokes* That got me feeling pretty good. Okay. Just a little bit more and save a pinch for the comedown. *Smokes* Oh hell, I ain’t gunna OD, not on that amount of dust. I am Cosmo of the Moth by the way. *Smokes* Whoa!?! Where am I? MOM? MOM?!? MOTHer!?! Where are you?!?

The MOTHer MOTH sat on her egg. The egg jumped. “Oh, oh!” said the MOTHer MOTH. “My baby will be here! He will want to eat! I must get something for my baby MOTH to eat!” She said. “I will be back.” So away she went. The egg jumped. It jumped and jumped and jumped. Out came the baby MOTH. There he is. “Where is my MOTHer?” He said. He looked for her. He looked up. He did not see her. He looked down. He did not see her. “I will go and look for her,” he said. So away he went. Down, out of the tree he went. Down, down, down, PLOP! It was a long way down. He could not fly, but he could walk. “Now I will go and find my MOTHer,” he said. He did not know what his MOTHer looked like. He went right by her. He did not see her. He came to a kitten. “Are you my MOTHer?” he said to the kitten. The kitten just looked and looked. It did not say a thing. The kitten was not his MOTHer, so he went on. Then he came to a hen. “Are you my MOTHer?” He said to the hen. “No,” said the hen. The kitten was not his MOTHer. The hen was not his MOTHer. So the baby MOTH went on. Then he came to a dog. “Are you my MOTHer?” He said to the dog. “I am not you MOTHer, I am a dog,” said the dog. The kitten was not his MOTHer. The hen was not his MOTHer. The dog was not his MOTHer. So the baby MOTH went on. Now he came to a cow. “Are you my MOTHer?” He said to the cow. “How could I be you MOTHer?” said the cow. “I am a cow.” The kitten and the hen were not his MOTHer. The dog and the cow were not his MOTHer. Did he have a MOTHer? “I did have a MOTHer,” said the baby MOTH. “I know I did! I will have to find her. I will! I will!” Now the baby MOTH did not walk, he ran. Then he saw a car. The baby MOTH did not stop. He ran on and on. Now he looked way way down. He saw a boat. “There she is,” said the baby MOTH. He called to the boat, but the boat did not stop. The boat went on. He looked way, way up. He saw a big plane. “Here I am MOTHer!” He called out. But the plane did not stop. The plane went on. Just then, the baby MOTH saw a big thing. This must be his MOTHer. “There she is,” He said. “There is my MOTHer!” “MOTHer, MOTHer, here I am, MOTHer!” He said to the big thing. But the big thing just said SNORT! “Oh, you are not my MOTHER,” said the baby MOTH. “You are a snort, I have to get out of here! But the baby MOTH could not get away. The snort went up. It went way, way up. And up, up, up went the baby MOTH. But now where was the snort going? “Oh, oh, oh, what is this snort going to do to me?” “Get me out of here!” Just then the snort came to a stop. “Where am I!” said the baby MOTH. “I want to do home! I want my MOTHer!” Then something happened. The snort put that baby MOTH right back in the tree. The baby MOTH was home. Just then the MOTHer MOTH came back to the tree. “Do you know who I am?” She said to her baby. “Yes, I know who you are,” said the baby MOTH. “You are not a kitten. You are not a hen. You are not a dog. You are not a cow. You are not a boat or a plane or a snort. You are a MOTH! And you are my MOTHer!” THE END!

MOTHRA loves me! This I know. For the Cult will tell me so. Little ones to her belong. They are weak, but she is strong. Yes, MOTHRA loves me. Yes, MOTHRA loves me. Yes, MOTHRA loves me. The Cult will tell me so. MOTHRA love me! This I know. As she loved so long ago, Taking children under her wing Saying, “Let them come and sing” Yes, MOTHRA loves me. Yes, MOTHRA loves me. Yes, MOTHRA loves me. The Cult will tell me so. The Cult will tell me The Cult will tell me so The Cult of the MOTH LOVES YOU!!!

MOTHRA’S worship band, give em a helpin hand. Give a little love to the MOTH. You see it's getting late, I is inebriate. Get a little love from your MOTH. And she’ll grow from metamorphosis and the world will be a better place for you and me, just smoke some weed. Another day goes by I hear MOTHRA cry. Get a little love from the MOTH. If you want the world to know, the Cult of the MOTH will grow. Get a little love from your MOTH. And she’ll grow from metamorphosis and the world will be a better place for you and me, just smoke some weed, smoke some weed! Take a good look around and if you're feeling down, Get a little love from your MOTH. I hope when you decide, MOTHRA will be your guide. Gunna join the Cult of the MOTH. And she’ll grow from metamorphosis and the world will be a better place for you and me, just smoke some weed . Get a little love from your MOTH. Get a little love from the MOTH. Get a little love from your MOTH. Gunna join the Cult of the MOTH! Take a good look around and if you wanna get down, smoke a little dust of the MOTH. I hope when you decide, MOTHRA will be your guide. Get a little love from your MOTH. And she’ll grow from metamorphosis and the world will be a better place for you and me, just smoke this weed. Get a little love from your MOTH Get a little love from the MOTH Get a little love from your MOTH Gunna join the Cult of the MOTH!

Well… I guess that’s about all you’re going to get from me, the great Cosmo of the MOTH! By the way, has anyone seen my MOTHer. Cosmo miss MOTHer. Ugh. It’s a good thing Cosmo still has a growing family in the Cult of the MOTH. Oh uhh and did I uhh happen to mention… MOTHRACIDE LOVES YOU!!! The Cult of the MOTH LOVES YOU!!!