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The Undying Monster
03:09
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The moon is full this night
so you best be prepared to die.
The beast within is out,
The witch's curse takes hold tonight
Nowhere to run or hide,
it doesn't look like you'll survive.
The Undying Beast is here and
noone makes it out alive!
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
No waking from this nightmare,
welcome to your doom.
Your former place of rest has
now become your icy tomb.
These hellish fangs will bite,
These claws will render human flesh.
Noone will be around to grant
your final dying wish.
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
There's no cure,
no defense.
No way to stop it
in it's tracks.
No one to turn to
No place to hide
At every step and turn
you'll die.
It's on the hunt
it's on the prowl
It's just the inevitable now.
And when you die
I'm to blame.
THe beast and I are
one and the same.
It's only natural to fear
what you don't understand.
But don't mistake me for
your average normal mortal man.
The things I'll do to you
will make the sternest stomachs turn
your hair will stand on end
your skin will chill your blood will churn.
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
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2. |
Brundlefly
03:32
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You try your best to do some good
for an undeserving world.
And what you wind up getting instead
Is a life of pure torture.
At first it was amazing,
And you feel like you're brand new.
There are new senses and feelings.
But then you stop being you.
A man is nothing without love
And she hasn't left me yet.
She didn't even abandon me,
When I made an inside-out pet.
The Telepods were genius,
but don't compare, you see.
to the scientific wonder
That has become of me.
No longer will I wonder why,
Of all the things I had to try,
To test this on myself, enraged.
Now I am the Brundlefly.
The most unwanted dark surprise,
Of being born so bright and wise,
Is this thing I have become.
Here I am the Brundlefly.
Recombinated DNA is my
painful legacy.
The Brundlefly is who I am
not the man I used to be.
The only way to fix this
Is to make her part of me.
With the life growing inside us
We'd be the ultimate family.
No longer will I wonder why,
Of all the things I had to try,
To test this on myself, enraged.
Now I am the Brundlefly.
The most unwanted Dark surprise,
Of being born so bright and wise,
Is this thing I have become.
Here I am the Brundlefly.
No longer will I wonder why,
Of all the things I had to try,
To test this on myself, enraged.
Now I am the Brundlefly.
The most unwanted Dark surprise,
Of being born so bright and wise,
Is this thing I have become.
Here I am the Brundlefly.
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3. |
She Kills
02:48
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She didn't do it.
She told everyone,
But no one believed her,
As blood covered her hands.
She had been crying.
So Delirious,
Stumbling over bodies
She's guilty where she stands.
Guilty where she stands.
Death covers her hands.
Guilty where she stands.
She doesn't know that
It's the second time.
I tell her now,
That she's done this before.
She's got flesh under
her finger nails.
She collects her self
and runs straight for the door.
Why can't I bear to run away?
I know she'll always be this way.
Everything else is so mundane.
I know this doesn't end today.
Guilty where she stands.
Death covers her hands
Guilty where she stands.
I'll never leave her,
She's my everything,
I'll be with her
forever until death.
I don't care if
She can never stop
Even though I'm sure
She'll be drawing my last breath.
Why can't I bear to run away?
I know she'll always be this way.
Everything else is so mundane.
Every day could be my last day.
I'm guilty where i stand.
Guilty where she stands.
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4. |
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Going skinny dipping
In the Atlantic Ocean
Can lead to corpses
found eaten, rotting and bloated.
Closing down the shores
Is the only solution
To keep the beaches free
from severed limb pollution.
The mayor doesn't find this
suggestion funny.
All he wants to save is
all that tourism money.
But then a boy gets killed
by rows of endless shark teeth.
The price of greed and ignorance
was never this steep.
A tiger shark is caught,
but Brody still needs convincing
That it's the one guilty
of the thrashing and mincing.
A quick dissection proves
that this isn't our attacker
This small shark was merely used
as a fear distractor.
A fisherman's corpse is found,
along with his boat.
Even then the mayor
Doesn't really take note.
The beach is packed during
the July 4th celebration.
Which leads to wanton death
and bloody evisceration.
Brody hits the surf with his
new drinking buddies,
In hopes that they can keep
their beaches safe and not bloody.
The giant shark sets out to make
them all her next dinner.
Thankfully our man is still an
excellent swimmer.
Quint is gone so now it's down
to Brody and Hooper.
A tag team armed with guns
and a tank for some scuba.
The two men were destined
to wash out like beach erosion.
Instead they blow the shark up
in a chunky explosion.
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5. |
The Adam Of Your Labours
03:58
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Picked up pieces scattered around me.
Some were thrown away.
Try to rebuild things as they were,
but will it work today?
Re-constitute the rusted.
Does its function remain?
Give the body time to warm up.
But will I be insane?
I forgot what living was,
And now I'm never going to be the same.
I forgot the man I am,
And now I'm stuck here trying to reclaim.
All the things I left behind,
But still they exist within my mind.
A walking corpse,
Is who I am.
Unwanted parts.
Nothing in this world is perfect,
And that goes for me.
All the faults between the seams
Are easier to see.
Is my heart still really beating?
Or is it beating me?
When will I be a real person,
Not just this forgery?
I forgot what living was,
And now I'm never going to be the same.
I forgot the man I am,
And now I'm stuck here trying to reclaim.
All the things I left behind,
But still they exist within my mind.
A walking corpse,
Is who I am.
Unwanted parts.
See yourself from different angles.
Conflicting wants are getting tangled.
Who you were was being strangled.
Your once known face has become mangled.
Torn apart from all the others,
A spark of life will soon be smothered.
Far away and running further.
Freedom is just now discovered.
I forgot what living was,
And now I'm never going to be the same.
I forgot the man I am,
And now I'm stuck here trying to reclaim.
All the things I left behind,
But still they exist within my mind.
A walking corpse,
Is who I am.
Unwanted parts.
But still I stand
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