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Mortuary Girl
02:36
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She comes home to me at night
The smell of death is in the air
She’s been draining the blood
Of the corpses in her lair
She’s my mortuary girl
In this world she’s out of place
She’s rather have a guy
With a dead look on his face
And I know I’m running out of time
Every time she looks at me
My blood turns to ice
And I know I’m coming to my end
When she’s lying next to me
A scalpel in her hand
Some say I should turn and run
Pack my bags and go
But this devilish woman’s
Got a hex upon my soul
She’s my mortuary girl
She’s the love of my life
On the day she finishes me
She’s going to be my wife
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Psycho to the Bone
01:35
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I see people living their lives
Above ground in a grave
And I don’t wanna be like them
So I refuse to behave
I’m mad, psycho to the bone
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He’s ravin’ mad and he can’t sit still
He’s up all night talking to himself
Is he stark drunk or just insane?
The voices in his head just can’t be tamed
They call him bug-eyed Johnny
And that ain’t no lie
Take a little look and you’ll see why
Sittin’ in his room shoutin’ at the wall
“Damn you bastards,”
You’ll hear him call
He’s been living
Like the notes from the underground
He’s been talking
To the people that aren’t around
He’s been searching
For what’s real and isn’t real
Look into his eyes and he won’t blink
Don’t stare too long or he’ll make a huge stink
Children stop and stare when as he walks by
When Johnny looks back they start to cry
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Tarantula
00:45
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Acromegalic deformities
Wreak havoc on humanity
Dr. Deemer killed by debris
Tarantula is coming
Woah-oh
Now it’s time to go
Tarantula is on the loose
Jet squandron fighters launched
As tarantula still haunts
Desert Rock, napalm skies
Tarantula dies
Woah-oh
Now it’s time to go
Tarantula is burning up
Burning up, burning up, burning up, BURN!
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Siren
02:59
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She was a siren
Bringing my ship closer to the rocks
She was a siren
Nowhere to escape, my mind was lost
She was a siren
She don’t want your heart, she wants your soul
She was a siren
Bringing me down to the depths below
Couldn’t help it, I failed
I sailed my ship into hell
Time to plug your ears, shut your eyes
This hypnosis you won’t survive
It’s the most beautiful song
Seems like nothing’s going wrong
Time to cover up your ears
Devil woman’ll show your fears
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Arachnophobia
01:26
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All my life I’ve been this way
And I don’t know if I can change
Spiders crawling in my dreams
My nightmare their utopia
Eight eyes always watching me
With my arachnophobia
I don’t want to fall asleep
I’ll feel their legs touching me
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L’air Epais
02:03
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The ceremony of the stifling air
Ancient ritual rejecting death
So you can dedicate yourself to life
Priest performs his rites
Black stars rise on the Order of the Knight
Dark Lord’s eyes burn bright with desire
The masochistic transference of
Lust will undergo rebirth in a coffin below
Pride is glorified and life is praised
The Left Hand Path is the one to take
All your denials will be exorcised
Priest performs his rites
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The Crawl Space
01:54
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I hear that noise beneath my feet
Crawlin’ around on its hands and knees
I hear it laugh and I hear it moan
I swear that it’s chewing on human bones
Mama, don’t make me clean the crawl space
I see two things that look like eyes
Is it a shapeshifter like Pennywise?
Mama, I don’t wanna go down there
My hands are shakin, I’m so damn scared
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