Oh, make me over I'm all I want to be A walking study In demonology Hey, so glad you could make it Yeah, now you really made it Hey, so glad you could
Ashes and pictures The nations repentant The chain gang shepard playing chief of the station The theme song playing an anthem of ? The horrible fanfare
CREEPY SMELL [intro from Holiday Inn by Gene Simmons: "I know you write me sexy letters And you send your pictures for my wall"] With a will to learn
Mothafucka, you don't know shit do ya? You wouldn't know shit if it whipped it through your ugly bitch ass face You ain't even begun to experience drama
This Halloween so unlike any other Her final words don't be afraid Of the green light, of the green light Green light Baby, baby On muddy ground, I'm
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( Edmond Kemper ) At the age of fifteen he murdered his grand parents. They put him away for only seven years. He hated his mother who worked at the collage
You feel horrible, roll into a ball You?re a full fool, feel like a flicker In a film borrowed by a viewer for an hour For a buck licking on a lollipop
In her eye... far away A tear broke free From the ice, from the frost of her long sleep Hear the thunder of the North Hear the ravens screaming her name
Sound asleep deep in the !maternal womb !Suconsciously dreaming aspects of his future reign The Antarct, Prince of the Pillorian Age He who will rule
Four ravens flew !inshores over the windy Nordland coast Gathered again after their journeys in solitude Underneath the thundering skies of the Gallow
In the coming of the shadowed night As the wind circles me in Licks me wet all throught my clothes The only one to witness my sin I, Fornicator I, the
Lost far so long, numbness gives in Incarnated in wood Young, cold, pure,, oh so perfect Still my own beloved Velvet
Embrace me, oh darkness With our !lithest veil Blind my eyes so that I see nothing yet all I see Fertilize my visions of the New Age Teach me the art
Oh Darkness, I will give the throne onto him Of Darkness, I am harvesting the growth of my first spring Of Darkness, Through me you gave him the life
Bloodstained Lips Drawn Back From teeth To Reveal a Wide Humourless Grin Lifeless Eyes in a Cold Black Stare Three Years in The Grave - Undead Presence
Here comes a sign in the form of a girl She's the finest, sweetest thing in the world ah Take you to Heaven tonight I feel the horses coming galloping
Swing low, sweet cherry Make it awful It's your life, it's your party It's so awful Let's start a fire, let's have a riot Yea, it's awful It was punk,