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unhallowed
02:34
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smashed into a pulp on the pavement
guts strewn on a white hot day
now every night as he floods your conscience
you try to find a way
so follow me to the back of the graveyard
to false hope where the forest bleeds
and every night when you beg for the blackout
recite hippocratic blasphemy
ascent in the night time
there’s death in the wind
descent of the dead son
now you've let him in
you could never dig that grave back up again
heaping all the blood and skeletons
you could never dig that grave back up again
even if you hadn't sinned
give me the boy, I'll do it then
carving into your flesh with his own hands
does he look just like he did?
now he shrieks like a fiend in the bloodbath
well you've found a way
taken in by your own evasions
is he all that you wanted and more?
these killings run through your own hands
and he's learned to slay
ascent in the night time
there’s death in the wind
descent of the dead son
now you've let him in
you could never dig that grave back up again
heaping all the blood and skeletons
you could never dig that grave back up again
even if you hadn't sinned
give me the boy, I'll do it then
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'salem
01:00
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lying restless on a stiff mattress
lost a friend, losing sleep, felt a creeping dread
smoke ripples in the twilight
there's a dead friend hovering in the night
beckons to be let inside
tap, tap, tap, tapping on the outside
let me in and don't ask about my
bloodthirst on an autumn night
climb down
throw back the window
this isn't a dream it's really happening
it drifts down and it's eyes and teeth glow
it only took one bite
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NOTLFD
01:54
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saturday
we drove down to the graveyard just to sit and
desecrate
this resting place for the cold and dead
until a tall and gray
stranger lurked closer our way
i ran far from this terror
life in the dead
when the beating stops and a body stands up
i shudder
then kill it again
by severing its head
surviving in this night of the living fucking dead.
another day
stuck in this house
with a cast of fiends and
who are they
to try to take control of this night
when they’re not capable of this fight
no space for the fear or the terror
until they’re all dead again
life in the dead
when the beating stops and a body stands up
i’ll reload
and kill it again
a bullet to the head
fitting end to this night of the living fucking dead.
still a victim in the end.
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the last shape
02:21
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carved face
glows red
in a dim white
it hides the devils eyes
faceless
ghouls wander in
the moonlight
it's halloween again
pinned to the wall with a knife, you’re dead
a morbid decoration
run and scream through the dark, cold streets
fear is a trick - a yearly retreat
and when you screamed he knew you meant it
he’s the last shape you’re gonna see this halloween
wait for
the leaves to turn
and never outgrow the season
shriek in fright
if you need to
BUT DON’T LOOK BACK. YOU KNOW HE’S THERE.
Strung up in the air by a cord, you’re dead
A morbid decoration
run and scream through the dark, cold streets
fear is a trick - a yearly retreat
and when you screamed i knew you meant it
when this knife was embedded
now you’re exsanguinated
i'm the last shape you’re gonna see this halloween
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