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E.B.T
01:34
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EVIL BRAIN TASTE!
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2. |
Life Is Scary
03:53
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Forget what’s on your tv screens there’s more to life than there may seem
Leave your curtains wide akimbo you can just look out your window
Cause what’s outside too close to home will chill the hardened to the bone
The depravity you can’t envision the age old human disposition
The truth is often worse than fiction stranger than your gore addiction
When you think you’ve seen it all true tales will make your skin crawl
What’s the scariest film you’ve seen reality makes it seem clean
Jason Vorhees Michael Myers darkest depths of man's desires
All hell cannot compare to this look around you life is scary
We’re born into a hateful world it’s all around you life is scary
There’s somethings you can’t explain entities from different plains
Demons hauntings paranormal cryptids other no conformals
Imagine alien abduction with grisly body part deductions
There’s all shit you cannot see but if you could it’d make you pee
Everyone says that it’s not true until it happening to you
Nefarious conspiracy rule with grandiosity
Micro chips the end of days spawn of Satan has his way
Just one more thing for the list the fear of living can’t be missed
All hell cannot compare to this look around you life is scary
We’re born into a hateful world look around you life is scary
Life is scary
Life is scary
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3. |
Cordell
03:38
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4-3-2-1!
Far from perfect, maybe heavy handed but you used to be the right side of the law
Cops like killing that is why they’re cops you know they like nothing more
And now you're standing on the other otherside
Hands as cold as ice your truncheon conceals a big knife
Through the night you hack and slash and severe
You have the right to stay silent forever
Serving up your own brand of justice
Judge jury executioner
Carving up everybody
Any misdemeanor penalty is death
On the sidewalks of New York
Turn the guilty into diced meat
The blood of dead cops grease the street
No one is innocent on your beat
Don’t you forget me Cordell I’m waiting for you here tonight we’ll probably both end up
Don’t you forget me Cordell I’m waiting for you here tonight we’ll probably both end up in
Hell!!
Framed shamed, murdered by ones you put away
The corrupt and dirty they are gonna pay
Resurrected by a magic ritual
Your spirit will never be at rest will it officer Cordell
Some people leave this world with an unanswered cry of justice sometimes the echoes don’t die away completely
Your Badge of honour turned to a badge of shame you had to kill a lot to clear your name
You’re a hit with the ladies even in death
Your wife doesn’t mind that you have zombie breath
Cordell often gets set on fire but
You can’t keep a good corpse down
No you can’t keep a good corpse down!
You can’t keep a good corpse down!
Don’t you forget me Cordell I’m waiting for you here tonight we’ll probably both end up
Don’t you forget me Cordell I’m waiting for you here tonight we’ll probably both end up in
Hell!!
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Recently I have been feeling very tired you see
Like I’ve been up all night I have had no sleep
Can’t shake this feeling like I’ve done something you know in my dreams
Through the night I ride the pills I left behind
Everything’s all blurred my vision speech is slurred
Foot on the gas I’m going to kill on mass
And then I’ll masturbate mmm hmmm I just can’t wait
This morning that dreaded feeling comes around again
My nightmares vivid there's blood on my hands
And then I see the fatal evidence that I did not plan
In my hands you died so your corpse I can hide
It’s a strange hobby I do it in my sleep
Just can’t help myself
It’s the best for me
The dead I like to hide
Under lock and key
With a great sense of pride I force the corpse inside
Getting rather stuffed one more and I’ll be chuffed
Find another place to fill with no disgrace
Cupboards or floor boards I got to fill them all
Yesterday it seems my troubles were so far away but every night it is always the same
Awake to realise the sober truth I’ve done it again
Sometimes I feel possessed I need to get some rest
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5. |
Arithmophobia
03:26
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It’s a fact I can’t subtract
I need a break can’t calculate
My head hurts if I overexert
Gimme a clue what’s two plus two
In every corner a number lurks
And I feel like a total berk
My nerves tingle my fingers twitch
Cause it is a lifelong glitch
Help me overcome my fear of maths
Should have paid more attention in class
Tell myself one day I’ll understand
I will never have the upper hand
Arithmophobia
Tried more than a little bit
But I just still cannot get it
Digits fade into the page
Brain does not want to engage
It’s always been a thing I had
It difficult for me to add
The times table is even worse
To calculus I am averse
I don’t want to look like a dumbass
On my tests I’d never ever pass
When asked to multiply don’t stand a chance
I am a victim of circumstance
Ugh
You know what I don’t give a shit
I’ll let someone take care of it
Not learnt by now I never will
I guess I’ll never have this skill
It’s arithmophobia
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6. |
Cannibalise Me
03:21
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I'm the perverted I live on the fringe
Hiding for hours on porno I binge
Done it for years now I'm a fetishist
Tried everything but there's one thing I missed
Any craving big or small rack your brains I've done it all now I'm ready for a fall
Spent my life in gluttony of the organs sensory time to stick a fork in me
I am cursed
I'm the worst
Cannibalize me
Tenderise me
Perversions of humanity that don't surprise me
Cauterise me
Then shallow fry me
Just as long as I die
Jaded on everything, end is in sight
Searching for someone to turn out the light
Anticipating my mind single track
A dinner date from which I will not come back
I hope you got an appetite
We can feast into the night
Come on take a bigger bite
Pick me right down to the bone
Lick the plate make me moan
I can’t do this all alone
I’m Disturbed
Want to be herbed
It’s my will
To be your grill
I’ll take care of your dietary needs you can always just feed on me
I’m not bitter and you’ll not frown
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
You know what tickles me the most the thought of being your Sunday roast
Lashings of gravy and potatoes please
And don’t forget the carrots and peas
I want you to
I want you to
I want you to
I want you to
I want you to cannibalise
I want you to cannibalise
I want you to cannibalise
I want you to cannibalise me!
Cannibalise me
Brutalise me
Perversions of humanity that don't surprise me
Supersize me
Then shallow fry me
Just as long as I die
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7. |
Eatmore Meat Products
01:07
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49 Varieties Of Luncheon Meat!
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8. |
Creature Feature
03:41
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There’s a sound that’s coming from under the bed it may be worse than what’s inside your head
The shapes you see behind your cupboard door shadows in the dark you cannot ignore
Let’s all go out on a hike through the forest dead of night find a bigfoot that we might
Very hairy 8 ft tall also hungry a close call its not sensible at all
Make the call set the scene to catch a glimpse we’re very keen
Hold your nose what’s that smell the aromas worse than hell
Looks quite good on video was it there we’ll never know just shut up enjoy the show!!
They have always been here with us only very seldom seen
Thriving in their isolation If we could just let them be
There are prehistoric monsters in the lake they weren’t some blurry pictures that were fake
Come on guys I’ve got a plan out to catch us a moth man got a very big wingspan
bright red eyes shining bright with his big bat wings he flies can’t keep up try as you might
Chupacabra in a tree watch out cause it’s bloodthirsty may make you an amputee
Mythology superstition don’t awake the ancient ones
Suspended in animation they want to be left alone
It is commonly accepted that these things they do exist
Sometimes we don’t have the answers even so they still persist
Leave me alone
Give me peace
Leave me alone
Let me rest
Leave me alone
Give me peace
Just leave me alone
Naked to the eye when humans aren’t around it’s no surprise they don’t want to be found
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9. |
Dead Man's Shoes
04:22
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I’ll take shelter in this old shack
God will forgive I can’t live with that
Walking down a dirt road with your ghost
I couldn’t protect you that hurts me the most
But I’m back in town to see to the destruction
Maniacal plan under construction
A visit to the pub out on the hunt
What the fuck you looking at you you cunt!
Resist my urge on baited breath
Apologetic messenger of death
Run and tell all your stupid friends
I’ve come to put you to your ends
Won't escape my murder bid
It's time to pay for what you did
Too fuck dumb to read the clues
You’re walking in a pair dead man's shoes
You, you will be walking in a pair of dead man’s shoes
You won’t survive the night you know I’ll come for you
You will be be walking in a pair of dead man’s shoes
You will be walking in a walking in a pair
Dead Man’s Shoes
Stolen stash just playing round for now sneak into your flat paint your face like a clown
Super duper dose deadly brew of death this will be your very last sesh
Afraid to be alone you even shit together your corpses rot in hell forever
You try to forget get off your nuts I’m gonna rip out your fucking guts
Hammer to the face the group I’m going to cull
A deadly strike will force your septum through your skull
A blast in the head from point blank range
The numbers still standing will change
Tripping last dance at my party they be
Send them in to space won’t be coming back baby
Play my game your going to lose
Estás andando en un pare de zapatos de un muerto
You, you will be walking in a pair of dead man’s shoes
You won’t survive the night you know I’ll come for you
You will be be walking in a pair of deadman’s shoes
You will be walking in a walking in a pair
You were supposed to be the monster now I’m the fucking beast drive the knife inside now make my game complete
Dead Man’s Shoes
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10. |
Voodoo Challenge Ritual
03:51
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Subscribe, watch my show
I'm a content creator I'm a pro
Selling my soul in attempts to amuse
Do anything for a hundred K views
But I've found what gets the clicks
Paranormal pranks and telepathic tricks
I pretend to antagonise ghosts
I make a lot of shit posts
I jump headfirst down a bottomless pit
Going down tonite but I can take a hit
Wonky pentagram ain't gonna protect
My spirit from the demons I plan to resurrect
I dig my own grave this isn't pretend
chop my own head off at 3am
I got a funny feeling - this isn't gonna end
the way I planned it out so comment down below my friends
I make a likeness of my body
I drip my blood into the seams
I recite the magic formula
I am now ready to embark on a
Voodoo - challenge - RITUAL
I'm sewing up the seams of this
Voodoo - challenge - RITUAL
It’s coming to life in my hand
Enclosed within is a lock of my hair
Taken from my pubis just so you're aware
I breath life into this mannekin
Turn the cameras on now people start panicking
Look back do a double take
This voodoo doll is beginning to awake
Can't be real cos I'm a fake
Losing my shit this was only meant to be a clickbait
I breath life into this figurine
Inscribe some sacred runes
I see the limbs are twitching
Too late but I can't back down from a
Voodoo - challenge - RITUAL
I can't believe it worked, its a
Voodoo - challenge - RITUAL
Its coming to life in my-
Voodoo - challenge - RITUAL
Voodoo - challenge - RITUAL
Now I'm up shit creek
My soul is bonded to a little freak
From now I share my soul
With the black eyes of a voodoo doll
Time to set myself free
Whatever I do comes back on me
I'm powerless to resist
I pick him up and begin to twist
Arggghhhh
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11. |
Dark Side Of 40
03:06
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Past it, has been, played out, greybeard
Feeling cold in my bones
I am no spring chicken
Heading straight for the knacker's yard
Always thirsty for a cup of tea
Cramping up foot and a swollen knee
When I get home I get a sudden urge to pee
All fun and games on the dark side of 40
Creeping upstairs earlier to bed
Strutting round town with negative street cred
Time half over but not half dead
Still got what it takes to get ahead
Crusty, old school, dated, grandad
Feeling contempt for youth
Sounding like an old man
Losing patience
I can't deny
It's a damn sight brighter on the dark side
I'm about to hit my stride
If you think it's over you can kiss my hide
Not gonna fall behind
Getting stronger standing on the dark side
It's been a heck of a ride
You'll never know if you never tried
Cut the brakes now we're over the hill
Can't fool us cos we're fuckin' red pill
Watch the clock, time does not heal
You're only as young as the woman you feel
Doctor wants to put his hand up my butt
Minor discomforts starting to add up
Can't stop now so I'll fill my cup
Trying to avoid turning into a grumpy old
-Fuck
I can't deny
It's a damn sight brighter on the dark side
For all the tears you cried
Can't stop now, my hands are tied
Not gonna fall behind
Getting stronger standing on the dark side
Cos now I've reached my prime
You'll never know if you never tried
Dark side of 40!
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12. |
Off The Log
03:26
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Caught short
Hearing nature's call, something starts to stew
Release
Must suppress the urge, or I might follow through
Clenching tight to buy some time
Look around with guilty eyes
Ventilation imminent I pick my moment to depressurise
Can't keep this inside
No sense delaying inevitable
Bodily process cannot be stalled
I have no option but to give vent
Sickening odor that I ferment
Look nonchalant, try to shrug it off
But everyone knows you're the one who boffed
Now the best option is to come clean
Women and children should leave the scene
Something is lurking
Deep within my guts
Take a whiff and brace yourself cos this one's off the log
Giving off a gas
Which is rather ripe
Told you twice to brace yourself cos this one's off the log
It may appear, that my minds occupied
I do not mean to be rude
under stress as I deal with the consequences of eating food
Sweat and grimace face turns red
Bunny grumbles full of dread
Do I risk it may be wet I hope this is something I won’t regret
Where is the nearest loo?
To free a brown hostage is the objective finding the toilet may take a detective
I cross my legs there is no blue line whoever said the rhyme did the crime
Yank up my trousers, I’ll fill my socks
At this rate I’ll go in the cat litter box
Looks like the queue ain’t going anywhere
And sometimes life it just isn’t fair
Keep the blast doors shut
Leaking from my butt
Take a sniff and brace yourself cos this one's off the log
Can’t hold it anymore
Won’t close the toilet door
Told you thrice to brace yourself cos this one's off the log
Off the log!
Off the log!
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