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
CHORUS:
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
