Aw! Pack the moon with coffin, eyes so crazy for the dead she go-go in the devils house with a satan on the bed Freak on her like a maniac yeah go baby
And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call True pain and suffering he brought to them all Away ran the children to hide in their beds, for fear that
Oh High noon dead moon A hangin all over you yeah Devilman yes I can cut a little peice of you yeah Hunger! Inside you Hunger! Hunger! Destroy you
What is lurking? What is here? What is lurking? What you fear! What is lurking? What is here? What is lurking? What you fear! Channel X. Channel
Shriek the lips Across ragged tongue, Convulsing together.Sing violently, Move the jaw Cry aloud. Bound up the Dead Triumphantly The ragged they come
Reload Time To Die Time To Die Time To Die Silhouetting, complicating Whom to dare ? I do not care What is form and exploration Everything is everywhere
Creature core you can't ignore I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah A Rats are we you can't break free You're with the livin' on your bed yeah! Meet the
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Insane Blue at the green man inn Cut the lights and pray that you're dead Opium dreams through the seven dials And feel the pillow over your head Rachel
Body of a monkey and the feet of a cock, Dragged from her home on the killing rock, Black dog dying on the weather vain, The Devil's in a cat and the
The name explains it all. Destruction, Chaos, Screaming and Frightening...
I went out walking to Crippletown My crutch hit the floor with a boney sound Now all the girls go beep beep beep How can I love whne you're so cheap
Burn into darkness The last unholy reject Burn as the world ends Stand accused and count this Burn out the stigma A murder done in portrait Burn up the
Shape shifting high and a haunted eye. Falling plastic and paper demons! No trace of time, I'm branded sly, I am your ghostmaster baby free me. All
"1, 2, 3, 4! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, lets go! Yeah Formin' in a straight line Goin' through a tight wind Kids
Die to live The grand illusion Step into The mass delusion Creep inside And crawl around it The one within The one who found it Cease to exist Your
See the famouse lung girl, They call her Helen Lyle, Life's a respirator when you got the sinner style, She float out on the midway, She wrangle at
Hell on Earth For What It's Worth Dead on Dreaming You started screaming The wizard of how The king of the now Cry like a banshee And die like you want
