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Pain Frame
04:53
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Ahhhh!
In a lot of pain.
Ahhhh!
But it won't turn me insane.
Ahhh!
It's only physical pain.
Ahhhh!
It's better than being mentally insane...
Are you sure you are right? It fucking hurts.
Are you sure you are right? It fucking hurts.
Ohhh, ahhh, really bad...
Bad!
Ahhhh!
In a lot of pain.
Ahhhh!
But it won't turn me insane.
Ahhh!
It's only physical pain.
Ahhhh!
It's better than being mentally insane...
Mental pain is worse than wot?
Mental pain is worse than wot?
Mental pain, mental pain,
mental pain is worse than...
Are you sure you are right? It fucking hurts.
Are you sure you are right? It fucking hurts.
Ohhh, ahhh, really bad...
Ahhhh!
In a lot of pain.
Ahhhh!
But it won't turn me insane.
Ahhh!
It's only physical pain.
Ahhhh!
It's better than being...
It's better than being mentally insane...
Are you sure you are right? It fucking hurts.
Really bad...
Ahhhh!...
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I hold the gun.
I hold the gun.
I hold the gun
that will see you
to your grave.
She holds a picture
in her locket
of the man she loves.
The man she loves.
And I hold the gun.
I hold the gun…
In my hand,
I hold the gun.
I hold the gun
that will make you
finally pay
for what you’ve done.
Tied to a tree,
the man she loves
begging for mercy.
And I hold the gun.
I hold the gun.
I hold the gun
that will see your
dying day…
I hold the gun.
I hold the gun.
I hold the gun
that will see her
soul be saved.
She holds her locket,
and she holds on
for dear life.
She’s begging for mercy.
And I hold the gun.
I hold the gun.
I hold the gun
that will see her
to her grave.
She holds a ghost.
She holds nothing.
Nothing
but her locket.
And I hold the gun.
I hold the gun.
I hold the gun…
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I cannot tell if it's a nightmare,
or if I am awake.
All I can see is these dead eyes,
slow fade...
And by the graveside
I heard her say,
'come for me...'
The haunted's with me,
it's in my head.
She's trying to tell me,
she's trying to tell me she ain't dead.
She can't be!
'I don't need no body,
I don't need no head,
I don't need no blood,
I only need my soul.'
What does your soul need from me?
What does your soul need from me now?
Do I rebury the evidence
or do I catch the killer?
Do I ignore her calling
or do I drink more beer?
Do I trip these out
or do I come with her?
What does your soul need from me?
What does your soul need from me?
What does your soul need from me now?
'Come for me...'
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4. |
Do The Zombie Dance
05:49
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I've got a bump on my head.
I don't remember how it got there.
I don't know how I know.
So I just... sliver.
So I just... sliver...
I don't remember how to talk,
but I am.
I don't remember how to talk,
and I don't remember
how to...
dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance...
dance.
Do the zombie dance, do the zombie dance.
'Cos I can...
Smelling like rotten ham,
with guts falling through my ass,
come smell my shit, come smell my shit shit,
come smell my shit, come smell my shit shit.
And I gotta bump on my head,
I don't remember how it got there.
And I don't know how I know,
so I just... sliver.
Smelling like rotten ham,
with guts falling through my ass,
come smell my shit, come smell my shit...
And I gotta bump on my head,
I don't remember how it got there.
And I gotta bump on my head,
I don't know how I know.
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That really smarted.
So sad we parted,
but now that you’re back my way.
Let’s get a party started (it’s teatime!)
at the Zombie Café…
Mmmm…
Nightcrawlers 1&2: Reverend…
Reverend: Hi mate. Shut the door. Say, how did you get on at the doctor’s then? Hather, yeah?
Nightcrawler 1: Uh, err, mmm, well…
Reverend: Have you lost ya voice, or?
Nightcrawler 1: No. It’s just that. Well…
Nightcrawler 2: It’s worms… We have worms, Reverend.
Nightcrawler 1: Yes.
Reverend: Yeah. Yeah.
Nightcrawlers 1&2: We have worms…
Reverend: Oh, ok. In that case then I’ll go put a kettle on…
Reverend: Hey Fred, do you like my new mug?
Nightcrawler 2: It’s cock…
Nightcrawler 1: Don’t listen to him. It’s lovely…
Reverend: Yeah, it’s nice, don’t you think?
Nightcrawler 2: No.
Nightcrawler 1: Yes.
Reverend: Hey ya, got any a sweetness, man?
Nightcrawlers 1&2: Get a grip, Reverend.
Reverend: Hey, I could…
Nightcrawlers 1&2: Get a grip.
Reverend: I could do a… I could do with sitting down now.
Nightcrawlers 1&2: Get a grip, Reverend…
Reverend: Have you heard that joke?
Nightcrawlers 1&2: No, we haven’t…
Reverend: Yes, so have I.
Reverend: I could murder a cup of tea…
Reverend: I love your mug.
Nightcrawler 2: And he loves your’s…
Nightcrawler 1: He hates your’s…
Reverend: It’s lovely.
Nightcrawlers 1&2: It’s filled with worms, Reverend...
Reverend: The weather, err, it’s on it’s turn now, innit?
Nightcrawlers 1&2: Get a grip.
Reverend: Err, Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Nightcrawlers 1&2: Get a grip, Reverend…
Reverend: I could murder a cup of tea.
I could murder a cup…
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6. |
The Nightcrawler
05:51
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Oh, to wake up
in a pool of blood
and a room full of worms.
I have done something horrible,
unspeakable,
I'm sure of it.
I'm just not myself,
I'm just not myself...
The nightcrawler swallowed a snake.
The snake was a shapeshifting sword
held in the hand of a tyrant,
then hung over Damocles head.
I’m so tired but I cannot sleep.
So I’m heading down to Mill Creek
and I’ll follow it down to the lake.
Gonna catch me a pike with my pole.
Take another one from this hole.
And the nightcrawler is numb to it all...
When he slides down the hook he will know,
he’ll wiggle around but he’ll know,
that his purpose in life has just changed.
And pleasure is tempered with pain.
Fortune/misfortune, the same.
And the nightcrawler is numb to it all.
The nightcrawler is numb to it all...
The nightcrawler swallowed a snake.
The snake was a shapeshifting sword,
once hung over Damocles head,
‘til he was content with his place in the court.
Now, if I were a god or a king,
I’d swallow the nightcrawler whole,
cast all my fears out into the lake
and catch me a pike with my pole.
Take another one from this hole.
And the nightcrawler is numb to it all.
The nightcrawler is numb to it all.
The nightcrawler is numb to it all.
The nightcrawler…
Horrible, unspeakable...
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7. |
You're Alive
03:36
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You’re alive.
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
Now come in and die!
Die! Die!
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
Now come in and die!
Die! Die!
A man of god
would never kill,
unless compelled
by god’s own will.
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
Now come in and die!
Die! Die!
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
Now come in and die!
Die! Die!
A mercy job,
a man of god.
Moses on
the mountaintop.
Stand before
the lord of man
and spill your guts…
you zombie fuck.
A man of god
would never kill,
unless compelled
by god’s own will.
So stand before
the lord of man
and spill your guts,
you zombie fuck.
You zombie fuck.
You zombie fuck.
You zombie...
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
Now come in and die!
Die! Die!
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
You’re alive.
Now come in and die!
Die! Die!
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8. |
The Devil's Judge
04:30
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Guilty!
I cannot believe
you would kill for love.
But who am I to judge?
In your shoes, what would I do?
Imagine
is something
that's not real.
So I'm not god.
Guilty!
I was human
when I was alive.
And you're not god,
so you cannot judge.
Because you're human...
Guilty!
And the judge cannot judge,
and the judge cannot judge,
because they're not god.
And through god's eyes,
with blood on their hands,
as the devil awaits
at the gates of heaven.
Ready to catch you out
when the time runs out...
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9. |
A Zombie With Love
05:21
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Every time I get hungry,
I always feel guilty.
(Every time I get hungry,
I always feel guilty.
Every time I get hungry,
I always feel guilty.)
'Cos I got to eat you,
it's worse when it's a woman.
('Cos I got to eat you,
it's worse when it's a woman.
'Cos I got to eat you,
it's worse when it's a woman.)
With sex on legs,
so when it's time to eat you...
(With sex on legs,
so when it's time to eat you...
With sex on legs,
so when it's time to eat you...)
I'll leave the best bits to last,
fish is my favorite dish.
(I'll leave the best to last,
fish is my favorite dish.
The best bits to last,
fish is my favorite dish.)
And when I get there
and my tongue goes deep within,
my dead cock comes alive.
(And when I get there
and my tongue goes deep within,
my dead cock comes alive.
My dead cock comes alive.)
Like fire on fire,
melting down my love
and turning it into gold
to put around your pretty little neck.
(Like fire on fire,
melting down my love
and turning it into gold
to put around your pretty little neck.)
Trying to make me
love you like a zombie with love.
(Trying to make me love you,
love you like a zombie.
Trying to make me love you,
love you like a zombie.)
Like a zombie
with love…
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Nightcrawler: Time…
Beyond thought,
beyond reason.
Far above your god,
forcing kings to kneel.
All death and resurrection
drawn by the hands of time
like a weapon.
A hammer,
a gun,
a mind…
Nightcrawler: I was a lie.
Dead Girl: And so was I.
Dead Girl: I was a lie.
Nightcrawler: And so was I.
Reverend: I lost all faith with love,
brainwashed by almighty gods.
My reality is dead. My reality is dead.
I've got no god-given rights
to reprogram what belongs to me.
My reality is dead. My reality is dead.
A relationship with your god
will keep you in a cage
and poke sticks 'til you rage
and scare you with the living dead.
Reverend: I was a lie.
Nightcrawler: And so was I.
Nightcrawler: I was a lie,
I was a lie.
Dead Girl: You came for me, my little zombie!
You came for me and then you died.
You put your worm deep inside me,
and it came out the other side.
So crawl around me little zombie,
hit the ground
crawl around me and come to life!
Dead Girl: I was a lie.
Reverend: And so was I.
Nightcrawler: I was a lie.
Reverend: I was a lie.
Dead Girl: And so was I.
Nightcrawler: On your knees, you little zombie!
I’ll suck your brains out through a straw.
I’ll eat your heart while it’s still beating
and keeping time to this song. Bu-bum, bu-bum, bu-bum…
So on your knees, you little zombie!
Mental pain is worse than wot?
Well, maybe you should ask your god…
Nightcrawler: ‘Cos, I was a lie.
Dead Girl: And so was I.
Nightcrawler: And so was I.
Dead Girl: I was a lie,
I was a lie.
Nightcrawler: I was a lie.
Dead Girl: And so was I.
Reverend: A flood of memories,
coming back to me.
Turning time around.
The bump upon my head,
dancing with the dead.
Turning time around.
A cup of tea to pour,
a god to kneel before.
Turning time around.
Around and back again,
the places I have been,
the things that I have seen.
I lay it at your feet.
My life, for you to eat.
Turning time around.
A feast to be devoured,
here in my final hour,
and turning time around.
Turning time around...
Nightcrawler: Worse than wot?...
Nightcrawler & Dead Girl: You are alive!...
Nightcrawler: Turning time around...
Reverend: I was alive!...
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