: You've never been in a fight but you will be tonight If you're hip to the groove you will see You know the end is nigh, you've got to hang 'em high
down your sodoku, stick on your shoku... climb down from your tree and kill people with me... Fighting! Iron fisted men... Masked faces drop from above
kitchen at some guy's house If you don't like Kurt Russell you're scum Bill Paxton wasn't in Inner Space, but by Christ we wish he was Gary Busey was
: Back to the castle... returning you might say... there's a vat of brains and it's brain mashing day, the lord of the manor has been up to no good...
we might see Sacrifice for sisters three Slit your palm and grease the mirror, roll the chicken bones In the crucible they'll forge your fortune, take instruction from
There's a glowing pyramid on the edge of town Its presence there comes as a surprise Bony hands that claw and scrab, dessicated devils from the past Anachronistic corpses escaped from
: Livid hands wring rinds of joy from future dwelling life A ghost of family in every home as society spirals from the light Patrolling black belly pigs