Macabre
Slaughter Thy Poser
1. Fish Tales
Albert's kitchen was used for his gallery
Where young kids would end up in his belly
He ate kids like a fish would eat plankton
With a spiked paddle Fish liked to spank them
Shiver me timbers terrible old man
Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land
Ahoy there mateys believe if you can
Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man
Albert fished in a lot of towns
Hooking young kids all around
He caught them with lures and bait
Fish cleaned and cooked the kids he ate
Shiver me timbers terrible old man
Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land
Ahoy there mateys believe if you can
Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man
2. Behind the Wall of Sleep
Precious cups within the flower
Deadly petals with strange power
Faces shine a deadly smile
Back up on you at your trial
Chill and numbs from head to toe
Icy sun with frosty glow
Why'd you go reaching your sorrow?
Why'd you go read no tomorrow
Feel your spirit rise with the priest
Feel your body falling to its knees
Take your walk of remorse
Take your body to a corpse
Take your body to a corpse
Take your body to a corpse
If you want all remorse
Take your body to a corpse
Now from darkness, there springs light
Wall of Sleep is cold and bright
Wall of Sleep is lying broken
Sun shines in, you are awoken
3. Slaughter Thy Poser
Slaughter thy poser I'm thrashing him down.
Thrashing him into the ground.
Slamming our sledges down on their heads.
All posers soon will be dead.
Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain.
Carving our way to their brains.
Inflicting our vengeance, their makeup's' now blood.
Feeding our dogs with their remains.
Torturing them with our weapons of pain.
All of their blood we will drain.
A swing of our axe and off comes his head.
All of the posers are dead.
His head in a vice, it would be very nice.
All posers will die by our hands.
We'll rip out their hair and burn out their eyes.
All of their blood we demand.
Slaughter thy poser I'm cracking his face
I'll shatter his skull with my mace
Plunging our ice picks into their eyes
All of the posers will die
Slaughter thy poser I laugh as he begs
I'll saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot
You poser, you cannot escape
Your head I will crush like a grape.
4. Freeze Dried Man
Jeffrey Dahmer wanted a freeze-dried man
So he could do the things he enjoyed again and again
Jeff said he'd fondle, rub, and lay with his freeze dried man
And pose him for pictures if flexible, with his Polaroid in hand
Jeffrey had a plan
To freeze dry a man
But the device was thirty grand
So the thought was quickly canned
He went to the taxidermist to enquire on how to freeze dry
He told the man it was for a rabbit, that was just a lie
Instead Jeffrey wanted to freeze dry a man
But the device was thirty grand, So the thought was quickly canned
Jeffrey had a plan
To freeze dry a man
But the device was thirty grand
So the thought was quickly canned
5. Dr. Holmes (He Stripped Their Bones)
Just call me Dr. Holmes
I'd like to strip your bones
But first I'm going to kill you
Inside of my black hotel
I'll gas you in your bedroom
I'm going to take your life soon
Dr. Holmes he stripped their bones
To medical students their skeletons he sold
He melted their flesh in acid bath
And sold their bones in classified ads
I want you to work for me
But don't tell anybody
Just come to my black hotel
And bring me all your money
I'll put you in my lime pit
Your life I'm going to end it
Dr. Holmes he stripped their bones
To medical students their skeletons he sold
He melted their flesh in acid bath
And sold their bones in classified ads
6. Ed Gein
I'm a killer, and a grave digger
My stew will be made out of you
I eat women, I'm a cannibal
And a necrophiliac too
I make braclets out of bodies
And coffee drums made with flesh
Organs frying in my kitchen
And the skin of your chest is my vest
Ed Gein - He's crazy, He's mental, He's sick
Ed Gein - The head of a girl in his sink
Ed Gein - His soup bowl is made of a skull
Ed Gein - Your face is a trophy on the wall
I'm a fiend, I'm so morbid
That I sleep with your organs at night
And have sex with decaying bodies
To me it's such a delight
The I'll eat them in my kitchen
I will savor the mortal meal
It's delicious, I'm exited
Just the thought of gives me a thrill
Ed Gein - He'll shoot you in the head
Ed Gein - Then drag you home on a sled
Ed Gein - He'll gut you in his woodshed
Ed Gein - Does things to your corpse people dread
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