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I want to poke your eyes out
I love it when lids close over nothing
This is how we remain
All naked, all gore
Nothing more to explain
I’m vacant, you’re void
Scary hands pull my insides out
I can’t believe you fucked up my sneakers
Webby membranes taste like candy canes
Swimming in your cremains
All naked, all gore
A satanic Mustaine
Oh heavens, oh lord
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ZZ Bottom
01:52
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The day when “Weird” Al shaved off his ‘stache
Manufactured consensu(al)mighty gash
Biohazard bring forth the Crazies
Jetson finally appears to have strangled Spacely
Sucking venom from snake-bit cocks
All three bears play catch with the head of Goldilocks
Put my face up to a giant hatching egg
Potential frat boy killer denied headstand at kegs
I come in peace
I come in threes
You go in pieces
Let’s go watch Pieces
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Tholian Web
02:31
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(Green) Is the color of phantoms
This compelling urge to wring your necks
I try to reach you, but you’re not there
Grasping for air
(Green) Is the color of phantoms
(Kirk) Is the color of handsome
(I) can’t take this feeling
(We) can’t shake this crazy
Potential laser tangle
Use what we got, to get the hell out of dodge
As the stars fade in from black
Where are we now, Mr. Spock?
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Beast With All Backs
02:21
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I know why everyone smells dead
Our souls are porous like stale bread
An overpopulated city full of maniacs
(A long way down from alive, short way up to feed the flies)
Avoid the boss with the perfect mustache
No matter what he feeds you it just tastes like ash
Heaving, howling (horny) beast with all backs
Scallywags and dirt bags tormenting each other
An exciting afterlife…
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5. |
VD
01:24
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Scalps
01:37
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Those big yellow eyes, no pupils
You keep what you find, no scruples
We dug you up in the blazing sun
Through the earth hear the beating drum
In the slowest of motions you will run
Special Edition Studio Cut
Chants from depths of hell, no quarter
No heat coming from the fire
The lion head in the desert said,
“I should be in Africa instead”
Pulling skin off tops of heads
When artifacts start bleeding red
(Geez Louise!)
Now if you see black trees don’t go there
Respond to tragedy with blank stare
My chest and face, I can’t stop clawing
Hey Kershaw, thanks for caring
Eyeball say hello to arrow
Black Claw prayer stick, drum solo
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Urvature Of The Pine
02:13
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In this accident, a lack of a jaw happened
Can't chew, breathe loud
With extra special feature: constant salival drip
The inability to close mouth also allows for a nonstop draft
Of rotting exhale, inhale, exhale
"Roll over, your rancid loud breathing is making it hard for me to sleep."
Divorce.
Not to mention, don't forget
There has to be a damp rag over hole to avoid drying
When sleeping
Conch Shell Disease: Mental disorder caused by the introduction of the term conch shell disease
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Metaleggs
02:00
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Patterns in your solar panels
Go well with my shirts of flannel
Unforgiving openings
Unconditional endings
A circle peg in a square hole
Nothing lubrican’t control
Ominous cold ovals
Squeezing from blackened
Chain mail tubing
From a short circuit cum shot
Battery acid gut rot
Her wires in knots
Music by Gregory Stanina
Vocals/Lyrics by Steven Erickson, ©Dame Branquias (ASCAP)
©AbyssCoRecords 2020
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9. |
6:16
02:07
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I haven’t seen a sunrise in a while
There’s a red hue on the day, we had a good night
Ooo just a wee bit of human sacrifice
Slam your fist only this time hold a knife
Just tired of the same old goat and throaty show
The blood doesn’t smell the same, everybody knows
Ooo just a wee bit of human sacrifice
Light the ambergris, resurrect by candlelight
Ooo now we’re swinging from the chandelier
When the hellfire comes baby
Don't forget the beer
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I got a snag on the Lady of the Lake
Malediction is what’s at stake
Ghosts won’t haunt you if you give them what they want
Well, what they want is remote control
Thank the curse because the boredom is worse
As fast as you can run from the madman
Inside your mask you’re taken to task
Enduring death breath robbing last breath deaths
Sleep all day, nothing good on anyway
Microwave Massacre on videotape
Knife away malaise thick as mayonnaise
Glen sending demons right back through The Gate
Mind through nose coat hanger making blank
Grabbing life by the lips and beginning to yank
That jawbreaker is a glass eye suppository
A hairy house and a dynamated Calibos
(Freaks only come out at Night Of The Creeps only come out as I)
Sleep all day, light hurts me anyway
Slumber Party Massacre on Blu-Ray
Drill away Benedict for hollandaise
Follow through with Plan 9 From Outer Space
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Esseker Tampa, Florida
Championing all things horror and all things weird, Esseker is a long running collaboration between two long distance
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No genre defining boundaries or topical restrictions get in the way of making this buffet of cacophony and culture exploitation.
Everything from film scoring, rock for the sick and pop for the weird, Esseker delivers the goods. And the bads.
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