Skeletons

A world beyond your wildest screams Ghouls, and goblins, spooks, and creeps Welcome to the creature feature number thirteen WOW I know what your're thinking That I bury the livin Creeeping through the mortuary, bite your nails it's getting scray Creeping, crawling in the murk, digging through the dirt GRAVEROBBER Average everyday cadaver Blood splatter what's the matter, corpse grinder body thief. Let me be your trick or treat A world beyond your wildest screams Ghouls, and goblins, spooks, and creeps Welcome to the creature feature number thirteen WOW Scream baby scream I, know that it sounds strange That I, wanna eat your brains Creeeping through the mortuary, bite your nails it's getting scray Creeping, crawling in the murk, digging through the dirt GRAVEROBBER Average everyday cadaver Blood splatter what's the matter, corpse grinder body thief. Let me be your trick or treat A world beyond your wildest screams Ghouls, and goblins, spooks, and creeps Welcome to creature feature number thirteen WOW Scream baby scream A world beyond your wildest screams Ghouls, and goblins, spooks, and creeps Welcome to the creature feature number thirteen WOW Scream baby scream

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 22, 2026

The rules that you make are the rules that we break And we slither through your system now just like snakes Pat us on the back and tell us we’re great Then you grab us by the throat and feed us our fate We’ve got a problem with your solution Just hell-bent on our own confusion You can’t shake hands now with a fist Cause that kind of friendship don’t exist Mom and dad look at me now I know you’re so damn proud The baby you used to kiss I can not resist these middle fingers on my fist Hey this is not another teenage anthem But it sounds like one For all the bored and the young Who dare to be dumb The look and they say it’s so sad a shame How anyone could eve turn out like this way But in a world of liars and hypocrites You’re the reason that this monster exists Quick to point the finger saying who’s at fault That rock and roll and movies operate our thoughts They only reason we do what we do is To shove it down the throats of pricks like you And we don’t need a reason To give you all a fucking beating And if you think you can make us Go ahead and try and take us We don’t care

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 22, 2026

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Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 22, 2026

She’s got a price on my head And that price is D.E.A.D. dead Anther story of a love gone bad Now she wants me in a body bag I gotto get out Get out, get away A countdown to the end of my days And I know she ain't gonna stop Till I’m in the ground and starting to rot Hey now baby you’re so strange And you like it that way How could something so beautiful turn out so fucking deranged Now baby wants blood and she wants mine Sending a shiver up my spine Things just went from bad to worse I guess it’s all downhill now From here to the hearse She’s got murder on her mind And somehow I’m the first in line Your tried your best to be the worst And now I’m living with this curse

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 22, 2026

"Put your death mask on." Where does it end, where does it begin My misery is my only friend From the hole in my head Or the infection within I re-live the crime scene time and time again I am the monster that your never see Masked by the shadows on your city streets Roses are red, you’re turning blue Violence is golden let me prove it to you I left a trail from Hollywood to Hell Destroy the world while you sleep And I won’t fail The body count remains unknown Remove the flesh from the bone Dismemberment is an art of its own Just face the moon and put-your-death-mask-on Out go the light and bump goes the night And with your fear comes my delight Homicidal thoughts for homicidal minds I'll take you all out one at a time I’m in your closet, underneath your bed And when I’m not, I’m in you head You’ve got the blood, you’ve got the face I've got the urge and now I want a taste I left a trail from Hollywood to Hell Destroy the world while you sleep And I won’t fail The body count remains unknown Remove the flesh from the bone Dismemberment is an art of its own Just face the moon and put-your-death-mask-on I left a trail from Hollywood to Hell Destroy the world while you sleep And I won’t fail The body count remains unknown Remove the flesh from the bone Dismemberment is an art of its own Just face the moon and put-your-death-mask-on Put-your-death-mask-on! Put-your-death-mask-on! Put-your-death-mask-on!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 22, 2026

I hear them, they're calling The skeletons in my closet They come and talk to me When I am all alone They always remind me of All the things that I've done wrong Its scary disturbing but somehow I'm not sorry The only thing that's even real Is the feelings that I don't feel They're all the same, but they're so different Bury the evidence, of my darkest secrets I hear them, they're calling The skeletons in my closet (x2) It's taking parts of me, into the unknown It's like a void inside of me That goes on, and on, and on Its scary disturbing but somehow I'm not sorry The only thing that's even real Is the feelings that I don't feel They're all the same, but they're so different Bury the evidence, of my darkest secrets I hear them, they're calling The skeletons in my closet (x2) Now I just can't pretend to forget These voices in my head And they just won't stop screaming They're all the same, but they're so different Bury the evidence, of my darkest secrets I hear them, they're calling The skeletons in my closet (x2)

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 22, 2026

There’s a crack in the frame But the photo is the same But I don’t recognize the face It looks a lot like me, or who I used to be Now there's no one but myself to blame Now the shadows are all around Mine’s nowhere to be found Pull the wings off a fly Watch it suffer and die And I'll never get out of this life alive Drenched in blood with no alibi And the crowd goes wild at my demise Through this bottle I can see My friends and enemies As they turn their backs to me But who’s really to blame Myself or just my name But in the end, I can’t win Now the shadows are all around Mine’s nowhere to be found Pull the wings off a fly Watch it suffer and die And I'll never get out of this life alive Drenched in blood with no alibi And the crowd goes wild at my demise Pull the wings of a fly Watch it suffer and die Pull the wings of a fly Watch it suffer and die And I'll never get out of this life alive Drenched in blood with no alibi And the crowd goes wild at my demise And the crowd goes wild at my demise

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 22, 2026

Friendships can grow horns and a tail It's a feeling that i know all to well You're so perfect, honest, trusting and nice yeah right Well the best thing that ever happened to me was When you walked out of my life Knife in the back, thanks for the memories With friends like these, who needs enemies Knife in the back, thanks for the memories With friends like these, who needs enemies yeah Honesty was something you all lacked I'm running out of room for all these knives in my back Now you know that you had a free ride, time after time And now you gotta fucking live with it and i hope it eats you alive Knife in the back, thanks for the memories With friends like these, who needs enemies Knife in the back, thanks for the memories With friends like these, who needs enemies Take it from me you'll never be like me And you can believe what you want to believe But the trust is you're all too blind to see You're so perfect, honest, trusting and nice yeah right Well the best thing that ever happened to me was When you walked out of my life Knife in the back, thanks for the memories With friends like these, who needs enemies yeah And you call yourself a friend

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 22, 2026

Bang my head against the wall If it wasn’t for the blood I wouldn’t know it at all Smile at the camera with broken teeth Slit my wrists say cheese and watch it bleed Well it’s ghouls night out creeps on parade Creatures of the night they serenade Penny for your thoughts, penny for your eyes I cross my fucking heart that I hope you die And I’ve got an addiction To ammunition, yeah, yeah Well sticks and stones can break your bones But a twelve gauge sawen off Will blow your fucking head off No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat Blood on my hands a rat in the trap Laughing down the barrel of a gun that’s at your head Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you’re dead Everything will be all right If I could just get out alive Guess I could pray if all else fails Even though its bullshit but I might as well I’m running like a rat now through this maze With a bottle of booze and a hand grenade Screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs Death’s a mother fucker but it sure is fun And I’ve got an addiction To ammunition, yeah, yeah Well sticks and stones can break your bones But a twelve gauge sawen off Will blow your fucking head off No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat Blood on my hands a rat in the trap Laughing down the barrel of a gun that’s at your head Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you’re dead Ladies and gentlemen as you can see I have no tricks up my sleeve And there is certainly no rabbit in the hat And I’ve got an addiction To ammunition, yeah, yeah Well sticks and stones can break your bones But a twelve gauge sawen off Will blow your fucking head off No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat Blood on my hands a rat in the trap Laughing down the barrel of a gun that’s at your head Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you’re dead No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat Blood on my hands a rat in the trap Laughing down the barrel of a gun that’s at your head Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you’re dead You're all DEAD! You're all DEAD! Dead! Dead! Dead!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 22, 2026

The bodies were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that the family would soon be there Skull soup for grandpa And an eye for the dog The main course is up before too long Place the bloody bucket on the ground Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down Let me tell you about our law It’s either sex or the saw yeah All American massacre Everyone knows there’s no place like home Like one that’s filled with chain sawed fingers and bones Who will survive, and what will be left of them Just let God sort them out in the end Run sally, run on through the night Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down Place her firmly on the hook Bon appétit, send my regards tot the cook yeah

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 22, 2026

Trying to see through this death I breath All these ghosts they are lost in front of me Lost in a trance, never had the chance Now were forces to walk the dead’s dance Everything is gray now Ashes all across the floor And I’m just hoping that I find the key to unlock this door And you know I’m trying To make my way through this art of dying And I’m trying so hard to find ya In this dead Carolina Shadows they fall off the walls in the halls And it lays out a path for the dead to walk Nothing to say, we’re all lost in our ways Now the dead and decayed march in this dark parade D.E.A.D Carolina

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 22, 2026