Gods On Voodoo Moon

Gentleman Junkie What do you see when you look at me I know what I see when I look at you What do you see see when you close your eyes can you open your head and step inside Sitting on top of a holy mountain Swimming away in an acid fountain Living inside a Scorpio tree How does it feel to be ~ Stuck inside a hollywood hallucination playing you role in a vinyl generation visions knocking you up and down trapped like a rat~cat town lights in the mirror reflects your face white line skin leaves no trace hollow laughs from a demon clown where the hell were you bound Where were you going on that ghost train did you see the wheels were moving in vain how many times did that train run off the tracks how many knives did you pull from your back

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

King of Souls [W.Z.] priests gathered at the graves No souls were saved, fooling with the young man's pain the childs' mind had gone insane born in heaven, raised in hell an angel of death that never fell, trapped in a world I never made-I watch the sky turn black and fade. The scene of the crime was empty-nothing left for you to see, but you could hear the sound of the bodies breaking the ground plague of zombies run away- remember hell came today-Scream, scream and scream again-my days of terror shall begin-. In the hills they beat a song of how all was lost and - all was gone, see the figures glowing in the night-shadows dancing in flaming light.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Tales from the Scarecrowman I'm the Scarecrowman, I'm swingin' swingin'-I'm the Scarecrowman, swingin' swingin' from the hangin' tree-the clock-clock-clock on the wall is ticking away my time-the sentence is past, now I'm paying for my crimes-I reach out-out for the hands of time, but they're out of reach-I said I reach out- out for the setting sun but it's out-gone out of my reach- the dust in the wind is blowing its way back to Horror Hill-little girl's voodoo dolly sitting-on the windows sill- the broken glass sparkles in the light-sign on the door tells me No One Home Tonight- Said I'm the Scarecrowman wasting away and I'm swingin' swingin'- on the hangin' tree~

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Cat's Eye Resurrection cat's ~ cat's ~ cat's eye cats ~ cats ~ cats Splashing on my walls ~ my walls in the field the bodies are tied to the their crosses hair hanging down the blood is rolling down their arms to the waiting dogs bad ~ bad ~ bad doctors bad ~ bad ~ bad counting the meat on the tables in the field the bodies are tied to the altar the pope's mule sings a song of freedom from his majesty-the pope nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi butchers nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi waving their tongues in the air cat's-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cat's eye resurrection

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025