Up in the distance, stands a grove of trees There are undead there i want their disease i want to be among the dead tonite i want to stumble through
Look into the mirror where the secret lies Just turn the lights down low and say it five times From the spirit world comes a spiteful slave Seeking retrobution
It was a late summer evening of flowered simplicity. Two lovers walked down a path bound by their mutual anxiety. The breeze was warm and it passed with
Late at night I choose to live again, my friend Invading all your dreams. Planting the seeds of fear inside your head. Feeds my need to hear you scream
Tonight the reaper mows for me In the grip of suicide Cold steel rests upon my flesh Running red drips from the blade My time is drawing near Salvation
Inside these grotesque walls. A timeless evil calls. Calls from centuries beyond. Light candles mad of black, Let gruesome ghouls attack Permanent damage
A noose of perfume lurking form behind Replaying memories running on rewind The circling of murder on the floor Burns into the walls, sneaks neath' the
Sitting in this room as the fan hums away with an incessant chatter like the humming in my brain. Head between my knees cos' im wondering where you are
A churring tribe of insects on the mountainside Orchestrate a hopeful symphony The buzzing flows from my fingers to my toes And strikes a pulse with the
I dont know why she goes Its been this way for years and nobody knows I'm not going to try to find out why Why she runs off out in the middle of the night
Emptiness wells up from my insides Memories are fading with the dimming of the lights Alone with the things you've left behind This is a scar I cannot
Come on out to a Motel Hell Where the folks'll treat ya well They got rooms a plenty ready to sell Here come the ringin of the dinner bell (bridge) They
I hate redneck fucks and redneck fucks hate me I hate redneck fucks and redneck fucks hate me They stare at me, make fun of me, but I think thry're fucking
Rhea-M comin' outta the sky See the horror in our eyes Throw the virus into machines 7 days to stay alive Can the people all survive, Mechanic killing
I've got a present for you, open it carefully, Go ahead darling take you time. And as you're wondering I grab your pretty head, Decapitating you from
Of wolven breed I am and this creature am I We're drawing down the moon asunder crimson skies Bereft with lust for the kill and pack loyalties We are
Long black coat and fingernails, The size of fucking trees. My head is bald, my ears they point, Just like my fucking teeth. I stalk upstairs, I raise
Poor little Charlotte's not so pretty anymore, Her beauty has corroded into a corpse, The cops don't wanna know but maybe if they ask it, I'll tell em
