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SPLATTERHOUSE LYRICS
"The House That Dead Built" (2004)
1. Baptizing The Dead
2. Confessions of A Grave Robber
3. Mutilator
4. They Came From Within
5. Coffin Birth
6. Warmest Place To Hide
7. Night of The Creeps
8. Somewhere In The Yard
9. The Hillside Stranglers (DAHMER cover)
1. Baptizing The Dead
Below the surface, A den of iniquity, My brain has been boiling with a fiendish scheme, Born of a whore
and shunned since birth, An outcasted creature of ill repute, I will raise up the dead to exact my revenge, A ruthless plague of expired
flesh, I know what you are thinking, It's been tried before, But I will surpass all attempts of yore, I've tried incantations, the book of the
dead, Voodoo spells all and to have no effect, I tried hocus pocus and just having faith, Even Dahmer's will lobotomy of the brain, But that
shit's for suckers as I would soon see by raiding the cupboard in the lavatory, Unholy condition, A chemical stew, A cauldron of
caustics, A goreghastly brew, Slashing, blood splashing, sucking the life, picking you down to the bone, Slitting, chest splitting, Slurp
human tripe, The seeds for revenge have been sown, Legion of fiends, inspiring dread, Anointing cadavers with prescription meds, Giving
salvation to putrefied heads, Baptizing the dead! Foul potpour! With a puke colored hue, Injecting the corpses, Running it through, The
stew is now bubbling, Burning your eyes, synthetic revival, The dead I will rise, No eyes of the newt, No bat wings were dried, Just Zoloft,
Viagra and Formaldehyde, The latter to scour, Viagra to rise and anti depressants to keep zombified, Gnashing and thrashing, Your
organs are ripe, From their mouth drips an offensive foam, Mutilating, maiming, Your shriek terrified as your viscera is exposed, My troops
are all content to wallow in gore, But the dosage lasts only 3 hours...maybe 4, These initial experiments have brought repelling
results, But my zombies endurance is what needs improving most, I have spent my short life shrouded in pity and shame, My only desire
left to become mankinds bane, With my army of undead fiends your fucking heads I will claim, Leaving an amorphous, Putrefied mass
in out pestilent wake, Slashing, blood splashing, sucking the life, picking you down to the bone, Slitting, check splitting, Slurp human
tripe, The seeds of revenge have been sown, Gnawing and thrashing, Your organs are ripe, From their mouth drips an offensive foam,
Maiming, mutilating, You shriek, terrified as your viscera is exposed!
2. Confessions of A Grave Robber
3. Mutilator
4. They Came From Within
5. Coffin Birth
6. Warmest Place To Hide
7. Night of The Creeps
A mark on the golden age, alien experiment
descends, a scourge on earth, infesting swarm, invertebrate slugs fill your head, in a dormant state but still
alive, they slept for many a year, but now awake, the host is thawed, procreate once again, the frozen dead, a
corpsicle, cryogenic sleep is disturbed, feel free to prey while the town it sleeps, REANIMATE THE AXEMURDERER!! A gory
past comes screaming back, something they tried to forget, but the night is young, hunger strong, we will feed on your
brain to no end. No pulse..heart stops beating skin color quickly fades, a total loss of life, you should be in
the grave, all control is lost, this can't be happening, a swollen infected cranium exploding! Orally invade..
incubate and breed, should not have woken the corpse from it's cryogenic sleep, a gnarly slug feast has been
released, prepare for head splitting terror, it's the night of the creeps!! NIGHT OF THE CREEPS!! Mouth to mouth
trajectory, come here close so you can see. My ears are bleeding profusely, what brain I had they're consuming.
A sloppy slug lobotomy, no time is left for you to scream. My mouth is bleeding profusely, what brain I had they're
consuming. I know I'll soon be dead, the point of no return. A slave to their sickening plan, please kill me! To the
nieve, unsuspecting I appear alive but sluggishly. No motor skills, I cannot speak, retarded corpses wandering.
Insanity quickly spreads a brain egg skull hatchery. To multiply and fucking feed, you cannot stop the
butchery. I know I'll soon be dead, I don't want to return as one of the walking dead, please kill me! Your
head is spilling over, skull cleaved in two, carnivorous slugs are feasting upon your cranial stew. Hundreds
of slimy leeches, a nasty noggin stew, scattering in all directions, infecting the lot of you! Should not have
woke the corpse from it's eternal sleep, a gnarly slug feast has been released, prepare for head splitting
terror, it's the night of the creeps! NIGHT OF THE CREEPS!
8. Somewhere In The Yard
9. The Hillside Stranglers (DAHMER cover)
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