Lyrics

You Know,
The Flys Buzzin’ Round this Place Mean that
Somethin’ Here is Dead.
Licking and Lapping Up All the Slop that
We’ve Been Overfed.
Fangs Bared, Venom Dripping,
We Seek Unsuspecting Victims.
And Once One Has Been Bitten,
He’ll Learn to Enjoy the Whipping.

It’s a Sacrament to Slip Inside the…
Slick and Often Fleeting Signs that…
Bloody Waters Signify the Hungry Sharks You Know are Circling.
The Fact that It just Slithered by Your…
Weak and Often Feeble Mind Would…
Flood the World in Due Time with the Stark of Shadows Lurking.

Slipping in the Puddle of the Muddle We Make
Should Make You Humble in the Fumble of the Promise of Fame,
Until You Stumble and See that Simultaneously,
It’s Both Comforting and Terrifying…
To Enjoy the Whipping.

Fresh Tendrils Stretched Across the Skin.
Bound to Pain, from Start to Bitter End.
Smooth and Milky, Thorned and Born in Sin
To Feast Upon the Bones of Brittle Men.

Unfaithful, Ungrateful, Dark and Ugly Embraced.
Graced with Pitter-Patter Worthless Word-Wit
And Occasional Public Pulpit.
Ooooh, the Serpent’s Kiss,
A Twisted Wretch for Blessing.
Ohhhh, a Selfish Gift to Fetch Before Confessing.

Fresh Tendrils Stretched Across the Skin.
Bound and Chained, from Start to Bitter End.
Cruel and Filthy, Horned and Cold Within.
Seeking Unsuspecting Victims.
Fresh Tendrils Stretched Across the Skin.
Sworn and Bound to Pain, from Start to Bitter End.
Smooth and Milky, Thorned and Born in Sin
To Feast Upon the Bones of Brittle Men.

Somethin’ Here is Dead.