His hand spells death

He breathes his vile breath

No way you can stop him once his out

He haunt your sleep

In the tub he hides down deep

He rips your face and no one hears you shout



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He's come for you, what wile you do

He'll slash you and rip you and cut you in two

His teeth are black

Flex metal kmickles with a crack

Masgots crawling all throughout his skin

He'll get thear his call

When the razors grip beneath their chin



CHORUS - MOSH PART

As the blood beging to splat

In his sweater and his hat

His rotted shouth smiles as you die

His color's red and green

His skin's not what it seams

He rips at it and tears off his own flesh



CHORUS