nightingale drive
• Written by Oliver-Booth
ted bundy is coming up behind you
rest assured he will find you
on nightingale drive you
try to hide two steps away he sees your face
you were the one he bound yesterday
then cut your face to shreds to play
with the scraps of skin
fuck that motherfucker
prehaps to spin a yard of skin
lamp shades made of skin
bedsheets of human hair
you were one of the few that escaped
but to where
but where the fuck did you go
yes you've escaped but you've been raped
bound and taped found a gate but around is eight
gravestones made of leg bones devilish tones
scream out the graves thirty dirty bloodthirsty
ghouls summoned ted budy is coming
to break your neck to make a sect
pentagram on the grass bite marks on your arse
cuts in your arm bleeding out fast
the road potholed you trip and then
slip a disk when he now has you
in his arm he grasps you
kisses you then asks you
if you want a dance in the moonlight
Occultic cant control it
satan is at the helm
and he wants blood
Dracula attacking ya
rips your jugular out
you die then hes out
ted bundy is coming up behind you
rest assured he will find you
on nightingale drive you
try to hide two steps away he sees your face
you were the one he bound yesterday
then cut your face to shreds to play
with the scraps of skin
prehaps to spin a yard of skin
lamp shades made of skin
bedsheets of human hair
you were one of the few that escaped
but to where
body parts suspensed
where they were ended
torsos upended
an apendix as a dish
skulls hold liquor and fish
raw and fresh eating flesh
from the bone blood splatters his home
a foot as a door stop
leatherface youre not escaping
from his house the taping of crimes
stacked next to the tv
phone chimes tone dies
bloodshot eyes shriveled fingers
a smell of decay lingers
tongues cut from singers
