When reason sleeps it gives birth to monsters
Plot
Loose cannon cop Capone returns to his home town of Kingston to join a group of officers fighting organised crime in the area. On his first day he uncovers gun smuggling operation that may be connected with lead criminal Oney. However his old crew, led by Ratty, also are involved leading Capone to a choice between his job and his old crew.
Keywords: arms-smuggling, cannabis, church, corruption, crooked-cop, crossdresser, drugs, friendship, gay-slur, ghetto
Capone: We run tings, tings nuh run we.
[Going in alone on a raid]::Capone: What you want, an air strike?
[Capone shoots a man dead while he's trying to reload his gun]::Capone: Read the manual, idiot.
Capone: Look like the church gone into gun-runnin'.
Capone: Not nice, pay the price!
Capone: We run tings, tings don't run we.
Gun runner #3: Bambaclaat, Babylon!
Capone: Don't lie, boy!
Capone: If you don't want to end up like your brother in the chocolate box, you'd better tell me where they hang out. Understand?
One Hand: Birds that fly too high fall from the sky.
Accused or The Accused may refer to:
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Scream and die
Scream and die
Scream, scream
Scream, scream
Scream and die
Scream and die
Scream, scream
Scream, scream
Scream and die
Scream and die
Remote in fog, a beautiful stranger
Dares to enter, seeking her lover
But finding a horror that whispers
Scream and die
No one is safe, there's no escape
From the voice that whispers
Scream and die
The nightmare begins
That pursues her relentlessly
Destroys those around her savagely
Nothing can silence the voice that whispers
Scream and die
No one is safe, there's no escape
From the voice that whispers
Scream and die
Scream and die
Scream and die
Scream, scream
Scream, scream
A young brave stands upon a hill
An old man lies at his feet
Screams of pain and terror
Signal the old man's defeat
Elijah Black's blood now filled with rage
Starts seeking grandfather's revenge
Gathering his implements of war
Life's blood he'll defend
Create your circles
Sound your horn
Calling all walking dead
Enter the circle of life
Receive a fatal blow to the head
One zombie down
A blunt force blow to the head
Two zombies down
Off with your fucking head
You're the filthy creature
Crouched in the shadows
Of a street light
Hunched over your catch
Shit, she's barely alive
Blood dried up and caked in her hair
Her face just a bloody mess
Just when you think you're gonna
Finish the job
Martha comes along
Just to set things straight.
Gaping mouth
Full of razor-sharp teeth
All seeing eyes
She's staring you down.
She shatters your skull
In her vice-like grip
She tears your head off
Your victim gets sick
Lucky for you she wasn't dead
You just lost your head
Your brains oozing out
From between her fingers
Your blood wets her lips.
Grinning like an undertaker
Ready to dress a corpse
Grinning like an undertaker
Fancy a big house
Some kids and a horse
I can not quite, but nearly
Guarantee, a divorce
I think that I love you
I think that I do
So go on mister, make Miss me Mrs you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truth.
Fancy a fast car
A bag full of loot
I can nearly guarantee
You'll end up with the boot
I love you, I love you, I love you, I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truth.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
You say you're living an empty life
Your days filled with nothing but misery and strife
Nobody to call your own as you're slowly wasting away
In this rat-infested hole that you call home
Tapping, tapping, tapping the vein
Rusty razor blade slices deep
Blood spurting
From the gashes in your wrists
Rats are crawling out
From the cracks in the walls
Rats are crawling down
Crawling down your arms
Lapping up your blood
She's the fiend stripping away the layers
Of a skin that is dead
You're the rapist laying around just a pattern in a pool of red
Threading her needle, tanning your hide
You're no longer just a waste of skin
You're face down on the ironing board
When she puts the last stitches in
HEMLINE!
She's the butcher hacking away at your flesh
And you're still alive
You're the pedophile screaming for help
But nobody can hear your cries
Boiling your bones, frying your rind you're no longer
Just a waste of skin
Your rump roast is on the butcher's block when she
Puts the last stitches in
HEMLINE!
SHE'S WEARING YOU WELL!
YOU'RE NOT A WASTE OF SKIN!
A heavy rain is pouring down
Upon the mourners gathered at your grave
Heads bowed in deadly silence
As the priest recites your eulogy
Pounding nails into the lid of your coffin...
Pound
Casket slowly lowered into the ground
Another body consigned to the grave
Interned in your final resting place
Launched into eternity
Pounding nails into the lid of your coffin...
Pound
A bright light leads you to heaven
Your soul cursed to eternal damnation
Your spirit set free now wanders
Martha will cut you
Martha will beat you
Martha likes the killing
And you know that
She's always willing
Martha will tear out your guts
Your blood will come in spurts
Martha Splatterhead will show you
Show you the true meaning of pain
Martha will cut you
Martha will beat you
Martha likes the killing
And you know that
She's always willing
Martha will tear out your guts
Your blood will come in spurts
Martha Splatterhead will show you
Show you the true meaning of pain
First slice you're not quite done
Second slice down to the bone
Third slice you're not dead yet
Fourth slice kisses your neck
You're fading fast
From massive loss of blood
She picks up a rock
And crushes your skull
From your throat
Comes a gurgling scream
She stabs you in the heart
We live for you, we die for you
National embalming school
When you die we dig a hole
National embalming school
We live for you we die for you
National embalming school
We do our best, to give you rest
National embalming school
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem
An autopsy we must do
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem
An autopsy we must do
We live for you, we die for you
National embalming school
When you die we dig a hole
National embalming school
We live for you we die for you
National embalming school
We do our best, to give you rest
National embalming school
Cut, slash
Slice and probe
Gotta find the reason
Why the body stinks
Cut, slash
Slice and probe
Gotta find the reason
Why the body stinks
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem
An autopsy we must do
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem
An autopsy we must do
Post mortem, post mortem
An autopsy we must do
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem
An autopsy we must do
Cut, slash
Slice and probe
Gotta find the reason
Why the body stinks
Cut, slash
Slice and probe
Gotta find the reason
Why the body stinks
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem
An autopsy we must do
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem
When I was a child
I spent hours in the back of a Dark Greyhound bus.
When I was a child
I heard ma father curse the witch
The neighborhood punchboard.
I squeezed my eyes shut really tight
Whenever I drove by the cemetery at night
But during the day I drank whiskey and smoked cigarettes
In the same cemetery that scared the shit out of me at night.
When I was a child
Afraid to go in the basement
Scared of what was hiding in the dark.
When I was a child I had a father
Seriously taking your first breath
Seriously growing up fast
Seriously FUELING ourselves with the poison
That's BURNING our fires so fast
Living like this was the first day
Living like this one'S the last
Living in reckless abandonment
You never know how long life lasts
Live in the here, live in the now, live for this moment,
It's the only way how
Seriously pushing your boundaries
Seriously moving ahead
Seriously taking your very last breath
Don't call them victims or survivors no more
Disciples of Martha are waging a war!
Small dark and lovely
Her name was Lupe she was just 22
She went to the movies right after school
On her way home she was brutally attacked
Her innocence lost laying flat on her back
Retribution
Will be paid
No more suffering
Give us strength
Our daily blood
Fertilize with sacrifice
Tall dark and lonely
His name was Chester he preyed on the youth
Forcing little children to do things he wanted done
One day while molesting, Scotty bit off his balls
Chomping, chewing then off he crawled
Don't call them victims or survivors no more
the day is the wife whom i elude
the one to whom I should be right
although forewarned by peers and kin
I always get into the night
mother always warned me such
being a nocturnal soul
besides just being simply strange
spawns from some illness of the mind
the night, she calls me
she calls me, she calls me
she calls me, she calls me
she sways in her velvet dress
and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest
heed the call the time has come
for all you children of the night
gather 'round like suckling dogs
mothers come she is the night
come with me to the other side
make the girl in black your bride
the night, she calls me
she calls me, she calls me
she calls me, she calls me
she sways in her velvet dress
and pulls me towards her in the dark
while the others rest
it just seems very strange to me
not her quiet lonely streets
and draped in all her mystery
could be so sweet and comforting
the night, she calls me
she calls me, she calls me
she calls me, she calls me
she sways in her velvet dress
and pulls me towards her in the dark
A long time ago
There's a story that I told
About being scared to death
It's been a long time
I thought that I was fine
But this undead voice keeps haunting
It lurks in the trees
I can feel it watching me
And I'm fearing for my life
If you listen real close,
You'll hear it outside your window
It's going to finds it way
This is a story of frightening monsters -- of human origin --
Even the gods could not stop this inevitable force.
You can't ever kill it
So don't you even try
This is just the way your life ends
Everyone soon
Will find their own doom
With the untouchable force of Splatter
ROCK
ROCK
ROCK
ROCK
ROCK
ROCK
Complete confusion
Turns into delusion
Endless cycle of worry and fear
Drowning and frantic
Just one constant panic
Alone and forgotten you wait
Waiting for something
That will never come
Roaming the maze of your mind
Life kills on
Spinning round and round
Life kills on
I'm not me now
Life kills on
I'm someone forgotten
Life kills on
I've lost my way home
You're mind it slipped away
Slipped away so long ago
And I can see it in your
In your unknowing stare
Your once beautiful body remains
Trapped in this human shell
The last piece of the puzzle
Will there be death with dignity
Life kills on
Spinning round and round
Life kills on
I'm not me now
Life kills on
I'm someone forgotten
Life kills on
I've lost my way home
Life kills on
Spinning round and round
Life kills on
I'm not me now
Life kills on
I'm someone forgotten
Life kills on
Is it a he or is it a she
Martha Splatterhead is a knife wielding maniac
A psycho killer out to take your life
Saturday night is her night out
If you're all alone, better watch out
Be cautious of the footsteps behind
Give every stranger a watchful eye
Darkness is not far away
Another victim, Martha has her way
Cold steel finds it's mark
Your flesh is ripped apart
Blood spewing from the inside
A sinister laugh, nobody cried
You scream for mercy
But it's all in vain
With each stab of the blade
You'll feel no pain
Death by mutilation, a fate you fear
Each stab of her blade
Your end grows near
Ignore my warning and
Pay the price
The payment to Martha
Voices, do you, do you
Ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear voices
From the dark recesses of your mind?
Voices, do you, do you
Ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear voices
Gnawing pain, driving you slowly mad?
They're always different
They never sound the same
The dark side is beckoning me back again
The phone won't stop ringing
Causing me endless agony
These voices in my head are always taunting me
I'm in my room
They've got me locked away
Nothing outside could fill all these days
I'm Jimi Hendrix
I'm Elvis the King
I know the federal government is watching me
Voices, do you
Do you ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear voices
From the dark recesses of your mind?
Voices, do you, do you
Ever hear voices?
Do you ever hear voices
Gnawing pain, driving you slowly mad?
My life has been taken over
By a part of my mind
Sanity has never been so far away
Reality and nightmare
Melt into one
This constant ringing/screaming in my head won't leave me alone
Curled up on the floor
Four walls and a bed
Me, myself and the voices in my head
Curled up on the floor
Four walls and a bed
Me, myself and the voices in my head
Curled up on the floor
Four walls and a bed
Me, myself and the voices in my head
Curled up on the floor
Four walls and a bed
I called the Doctor
Up in the morning
I had a fever
It was a warning
She said there's nothing I can prescribe
To keep your raunchie bag of bones alive
I got some money
Give me one more shot
She said go kill yourself
I said Thanks a lot.
Its a slow death, slow death, slow death, slow death
I called the preacher
oh holy holy
I begged forgiveness
and then he told me
There's nothing I can prescribe
To keep your raunchie bag of bones alive
I got some money
Give me one more shot
He said go kill yourself
I said Thanks a lot.
I've got to mainline
A hit of morphine
Except the mainline
Is like a bad dream
Slow death eats my mind away
Slow death turns my flesh to clay
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
You're dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
I still hear your voice
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
Whispering in my ear
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
I know it can't be you
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
You've been dead 15 years
I look at her now and then
And the light reflects off the ice
That clings to her auburn hair
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
I killed you myself
Stay dead
Stay dead
Stay dead
Your body in the freezer
I look at her now and then
And the light reflects off the ice
That clings to her auburn hair
Blood frozen tears
So, with Scotty
They buried his body
Thought he was dead
Went inside and went to bed
But he came back,
Back from the grave
To revenge his abuse
Cause there is no excuse
At night he crawls
No smiles at all
Unless he's avenging the kids
Whose parents don't deserve to live
He came back,
Back from the grave
To revenge his abuse
Cause there is no excuse
Watch out lady!
You abused your baby
Scotty's gonna kill you
There's nothing you can do
Cause you're dead
So with Scotty
They buried his body
Thought he was dead
Went inside and went to bed
CAME
Take a nature walk
Downtown Eastside
The Avenue of the Dead
Rig in withered hand
Again and again
Flick it, flick it, flick it
Mount the ivory horse
Clustered in an alley
Shooting up, waiting for a John
A dark cloud on this city
No reason to care or live
Just survive to get another fix
On the Avenue of the Dead
So many people
In a place this city
Has just forgotten and left
To rot, to rot
Anyone can walk
Right by an undead pack getting high
So haunting and so bleak
Try to leave but keep
Coming back to get another fix
In 1989 in New York city alone
140 youths under the age of 18
Were gunned down
Gunned down
Bullet ridden bodies
The streets are the new battle fields
Someone's gonna die, the blood never stops flowing
The streets are the new battle fields
Littered with bullet ridden bodies
And families mourning their dead.
14 years ol selling five dollar rocks of crack cocaine
You ripped off the wrong people
Now you've got the sights of the 9mm
Aimed at the back, back of your head.
The first shot fired pierces his skull
As eight more shots are pumped into his body
As he crumples into the new fallen snow.
14 years ol selling five dollar rocks of crack cocaine
You crossed the wrong people
Now you've got the sights of the 9mm
Aimed at the back, back of your head.
The blood, his blood, drips from the snow
Into the slush-filled streets.
A crowd starts to gather
A young girl begins to scream
BOGOTA, COLUMBIA
50 bodies float down a raging river
Hands cut off at the wrist
Headless and bloated from weeks
In the tropical water.
The streets are the new battle fields
Someone's gonna die, the blood never stops flowing
The streets are the new battle fields
Slow rotting bodies
Taking over life
Old decrepit buildings
Eroding day and night
The smell of death
It burns my lungs
O the undead call me
To the Festival of Flesh
Pray and hope it finds me
Make it through the night
Decay is all around me
It's hard to bare the sight
Of rotting flesh
Teeth on bone
The feeling that you're all alone
O the undead call me
To the Festival of Flesh
O the undead call me
To the Festival of Flesh
Mindless bodies closing in
Feeding on my mortal skin
Taking all that's left to give
Now I've become one
Now I've become one
Fuck saying 'sorry' cause 'sorry' is for suckers
Get on your knees and start sucking
You sorry motherfuckers
Fuck saying 'sorry' I don't care if you cry
When you're the one who's sorry cause I dotted your eye
FUCK SORRY!
Fuck saying 'sorry' and I damn well meant it
If your mail's exploding, then I'm the one who sent it
Fuck saying 'sorry' I don't care if you're screaming
When you're laying on the ground and
You're fucking bleeding
Some thoughts I've had
Aren't quite so pure
I feel guilty because of it
And still not so sure
You move me to hatred
You tempt me to burn
All that you stand for
Now it's your turn
It's a pleasure to see you
After all these years
Now peel back your skin
And show me those tears
Did you ever wish me joy
Did you ever know how I feel
Living in misery wasteland
Running on instinct
Live last appeal
It's time you feel just how I feel
It's time you feel just how I feel
It's time you feel just how I feel
To ensure you pain
For the rest of your life
You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
You're going down
Some thoughts I've had
Aren't quite so pure
I feel guilty because of it
And still not so sure
You move me to hatred
You tempt me to burn
All that you stand for
(Originally recorded by The Who at Pye Studios, London in October 1966)
Look, he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now he's dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't seem to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He's come to a sticky end
Don't think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl 'round
He's embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
As my blade moves through your first layer of skin
I watch your face turn from fear to holy terror
The blade moves fast
Yet it cuts so slow
This blade is dull
It's been killing for years
I'll devour your soul
And I'll swallow it whole
Then I'll shit upon your grave
(I'll) dig up your corpse
Chop it in four
Then I'll piss on the remains
I'll be
Stabbing, gashing, ripping, tearing, poking, prodding,
Lacerating
DIE VIOLENTLY!
You'll be
Screaming, crying, moaning, whining and all the time you
Will be trying
To escape hopelessly
Spewing blood
Throwing up
DIE VIOLENTLY!
I'll devour your soul
And I'll swallow it whole
Then I'll shit upon your grave
(I'll) dig up your corpse
Chop it in four
Then I'll piss on the remains
As my blade moves through your first layer of skin
I watch your face turn from fear to holy terror
The blade moves fast
Yet it cuts so slow
This blade is dull
It's been killing for years
The truth shattered your obsession
The deceit you posed apparent
Time to lift the veil
And show your gruesome face
Your instability and lies
Yeah, you're really fucked up
You got it right when you say
That you're not welcome here
I know who you are
I know who you are
I know who you are
I know who you are
Crapassreality
The truth shattered your obsession
The deceit you posed apparent
Time to lift the veil
And show your gruesome face
Your instability and lies
Yeah, you're really fucked up
You got it right when you say
That you're not welcome here
I know who you are
I know who you are
I know who you are
I know who you are
Crapassreality
What I did to you guys was wrong
And no this ain't no joke
I'm really, really sorry for being so mean
And verbally attacking you
I've learned my lesson a thousand times
I know what I did was low sickly and wrong
I'm back on my medication
I'm back in AA
I talk to my sponsor everyday
Please find mercy for me
And delete that terrible thread
The truth shattered your obsession
The deceit you posed apparent
Time to lift the veil
And show your gruesome face
Your instability and lies
Yeah, you're really fucked up
You got it right when you say
That you're not welcome here
I know who you are
I know who you are
I know who you are
I know who you are
It's been creeping around your yard
Now it's underneath your bed
It's tall dark and cold
And it grabs you by your head
It drags your through the bushes
To a place unknown by all
Hangs you on a hook
Your skin begins to crawl
BY THE HOOK
You've been screaming all the night
You've been screaming all the day
You're hanging by the hook
You can't get away
Blood's in your hair
And it's running down your leg
It pools up on the floor
But you're not dead
BY THE HOOK
BY THE HOOK
BY THE HOOK
Screaming - no you're not dreaming - you're bleeding
Bleeding - no you're not dreaming - you're screaming
BY THE HOOK
BY THE HOOK
BY THE HOOK
I'll hang you from a meathook
I'll ram a pitchfork through your spine
I make sure death's all around me
I take lives - give me what's mine
You can scream all that you want
No one can hear your voice down here
Your terror fuels my rage
My thirst is quenched with tears
As I raise the implement of death above your head
Deep inside it feels so lustful
I taste your pain, writhing in horror
And bring it down with every muscle
Your head explodes
Your skull's in pieces
At least for now
My rage releases
Come on man get up
Can't you hear their moans
Come on man get off your ass and run
Fast zombies rule
And they're scarier than shit
Their putrid flesh
Smells worse than shit
These ain't no zombies from a voodoo curse
They'll track you down
You're hunted
A real hell on earth
Cities are destroyed
There's nowhere to hide
Biding your time
Will they ever die?
Fast zombies rule
And they're scarier than shit
Their putrid flesh
Smells worse than shit
Get off your ass you're too fucking slow
Stop for a second I'm screaming no
Go like hell 'til you're out of breath
You stop for a second
And they rip you to shreds
Rip you to shreds
All you wealthy ladies
You're in luck
Cause the band has been fucking
Fucking for bucks
Oral, anal or in the pussy box
Just pay us some cash
Every time we pop our rocks
Fucking, fucking, fucking for bucks
We don't care how old you are
As long as you're rich
Give us your cash
And you can be our bitch
Fucking old ladies
Is better than using the hand
And the cash we get
Support the band
A lot of ladies leave us
With their holes a little sore
But when their pension checks
Come in they're back for more
The Accused are in demand
All around the globe
Join the frequent fucked club
And get a monogrammed robe
Fucking, fucking, fucking for bucks
And Visa and Mastercard and American Express
We fucked all who paid
Took their cash on the go
Took our earnings
And purchased a Winnebago
But we'll be back to do it again
When all those old sluts
On doorsteps and in alleyways
I see these fools passed out
At any time of the day
Crashed out in a bed of piss
Empty bottle cradled in their arms.
So tell me
Who's job is it to tend these few people?
Back to self-sufficiency and respect
I turn my head it puts chills in my heart
If I give you some change to clear my mind
Would I have played my part?
There's a man who has a dream
But never seems to make it
'Cause everytime he gets some, someone tries to take it.
A second chance at life, no one will give him
In an alley wat is where he's livin'
You see him there you walk by laughing and smirking
Thinking to yourself it's only his fault, he ain't working.
That might be true but it's only half the story so
Kick back while we tell you his story.
He came back from the war a veteran
The only thing he learned to do was kill and shoot a gun.
That comes in handy when you're fighting a war
But when you came back to society you need much more.
So all he had was terror in his mind
No job skills so a job he couldn't find.
The only thing he had was memories
Of his friends being killed and crying and dying babies.
So he grabbled bottle for an escape
From all the mental torment that the war had made.
Now you're calling him a bum 'cause he can't get none
While you're sitting at home not willing to get some.
Sharing and caring is what he needs now
Some support for his marals, some help for his ego.
So he can go to the top where every man can
And all he really needs is a helping hand.
So tell me
Who's job is it to tend these few people?
Back to self-sufficiency and respect
I turn my head it puts chills in my heart
If I give you some change to clear my mind
Would I have played my part?
Cold dark and lonely
Broken and abused
Homeless hungry and hated
Forgotten
Only remembered on the streets
I've seen the dead
And they walk the streets
The same tired old faces
I meet at dawn
They rise from graves not six feet deep
But from underpasses
Doorways and the garbage heap
Man what happened to your teeth
Stopped at a red light
They've come creeping out of the bushes
Who's that shuffling towards me?
Sign in his hand asking for change
Tell tale sign of a life gone bad
Day's end, no light in sight, so this is how the end begins
The ground is moving, the soil it boils, bodies are rising
Ripping and rendering no thoughts, no soul
Just a voracious hunger for the living
Putrid, wretched, rotting beast, bodies are rising
IT SEEMS SO FUTILE
NOTHING SLOWS THEM DOWN
THE DEAD KEEP ON RISING
HUNTING AND KILLING
THE PEOPLE THEY BITE INTO
THEY FEED UPON THEIR SKIN
WILL SOON GET UP TO KILL
The masses are gathering, it's a horde of Splatterheads
We're hungry for blood, let's paint this shit hole red
Fast zombies in the front row and Splatterheads in the pit
Shall we eat this town alive or stomp them all to death?
Bodies thrashing everywhere
Stomping madly without care
Flesh fed, flesh fed, flesh fed heads
Stomping madly, stomped to death
The hordes they are now swarming,
A barrage of stomping feet
The streets are filled with blood and pulverized meat
This feeding frenzy is over, but will soon begin again
The hordes are on the move, looks like your town is next
Bodies thrashing everywhere
Stomping madly without care
Flesh fed, flesh fed, flesh fed heads
Stomping madly, stomped to death
STOMPED TO DEATH
STOMPED TO DEATH
STOMPED TO DEATH
There was a time when I was
In a hurry as you are
I was like you
There was a day when I just
Had to tell my point of view
I was like you
Now I don't mean to make you frown
No, I just want you to slow down
Have you never been mellow?
Have you never tried
To find a comfort from inside you?
Have you never been happy
Just to hear your song?
Have you never let someone else be strong?
Running around as you do
With your head up in the clouds
I was like you
Never had time to lay back
Kick your shoes off, close your eyes
I was like you
Now you're not hard to understand
You need someone to hold your hand
Have you never been mellow?
Have you never tried
To find a comfort from inside you?
Have you never been happy
Just to hear your song?
Alive among the lifeless
How many of us still survive?
Stranded in this hell
Cursed by the walking dead
There's not much time left now
The sun has already begun to set
Time to board up the windows and doors
It'll be dark in half an hour
Rising from forgotten graves
The dead returning to life
The corpse walks
Never to be killed again
Bon(e)y fingers covered in moldy flesh
It's got you by the neck
A look of hunger in dead eyes
Broken teeth sink into your throat
Too late, you saw it too late
Your flesh a feast for fiends
The body scattered on the ground
Blood soaked into gravelly earth
The streets are now empty
Little Sammy dies three days before
Three days before his first birthday
As soon as he could crawl the beatings began
Ignoring his cries
Waiting for a word from God
'Till he was too weak to cry anymore
The slow starving death of your innocent son
What the fuck were you thinking?
Now look what you've done
You knew what you were doing
Took the life of your little son
Watched him grow thinner and thinner
Watched him get gaunter and gaunter
Very short life
Slow torturous death
What the fuck were you thinking?
Now look what you've done
You knew what you were doing
Took the life of your little son
Wrapped in a sheet
Plywood box buried in the woods
Covered with sticks and ashes
To keep the vermin away
Covered with sticks and ashes
To keep the vermin away
What god tells you to kill your kids?
Evil lives
Evil lives the body