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Junkie Slasher
01:01
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Few junkies near the woods
cooking in a shed
If you ask they got the goods
cheapest crystal meth
Shame that theres a psycho
wandering around
Soon our fellow junkies will
lie below the ground
Out of nowhere comes a slash
slicing through the smell of crack
With his ghoulish instincts
The slasher finds you
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Backwoods Redneck Occult
01:29
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Witching hour
Pickup trucks lined up in a row
Let the blood and moonshine flow
Dark mantras and overalls
The hicks gather as the dark lord calls
Backwoods redneck occult has gathered tonight
Around the altar of sacrifice
Deep in the woods no one can hear the screams of slaughter
As a lumberjack’s axe tears through someone’s daughter
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Cannibalistic Possession
01:08
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Pale white corpses hanging from the gallows
The hungry crawl like bugs out from their burrows
Foul morbid stench builds up the appetite
At the end of the rope swings a carnal delight
Cannibalistic possession, human flesh is what they need
With lust filled eyes to the gallows they’ve come to feed
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Paralyzed and Horrified
01:06
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Out from the shadows dark figures appear
The victim paralyzed, full of fear
The figures draw closer, whispering words so violent
Unable scream the victim lies silent
Amongst the figures comes a pale old hag with eyes like a snake
A scalpel in her hand going for the throat, no way to escape
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Self-Autopsy
00:56
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Even if this desire might take my life
I’m drawn to the kitchen knife
I grab the blade and poke myself to see
What’s deep beneath inside of me
Blood spilling on the kitchen floor
Mesmerized by the sight of gore
Out of joy I start to cry
Intestines in my hands, I’m bleeding dry
This is my self-autopsy
My final and greatest ecstasy
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Let Them Rot
02:22
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Let them rot
Scum don’t deserve graves
They came in to my woods to disturb my peace
Noisy brats set their camp beneath the trees
At the dead of night, I slaughtered them with a hatchet and a smile
Now their bodies lie behind my house in a pile
Oh! My revenge so sweet
But no need to dig six feet deep
Let them rot, no burial for the scum
They shall decompose as the maggots come
Let them rot
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