Слушать бесплатно Good Mourning / Black Friday

"Hey, I don't feel so good. Something's not right Something's coming over me What the fuck is this? Killer, intruder, homicidal man. If you see me coming, run as fast as you can. A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street. I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds. My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel. I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal. Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead. I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent. Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. Yeah! Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain. I mangle their faces, till no features remain. A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds. First take out the organs, then cut off the head. The remains of flesh now sop under my feet. One more bloody massacre, the murders' complete. I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend. And, blood baths are my way of getting clean. I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill. I have no remorse for the blood that I spill A merciless butcher who lives underground. I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down. I see you, and, I'm waiting, for Black Friday. Killer, intruder, homicidal man. If you see me coming, run as fast as you can. A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street. I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill. I have no remorse for the blood that I spill A merciless butcher who lives underground. I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down. It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall. "