"Graveyard Tree II"
 
In the cell, they give me drugs
Making me seem to forget
You can't take those sweet memories
Romancing on the grace

Underground you wait
And someday I might return again
Skin and bones with ragged clothes
Romancing on the grave

When you dance with the dead, you never move on
She felt so right, it was wrong
Everything's not simple anymore
They put me away
They took me away from you

Spend a day or even night thinking of someone like you
You were so damn perfect though
Romancing on the grave

But the love we had wouldn't last
Cause they came and took you away
Underneath that graveyard tree, romancing on the grave

Time has has passed
And it seems that I'll never get to go
Maybe you've found someone else
Romancing on the grave

This is life, and you're death
Now I'm sick from your disease
Now I need to cure myself
Romancing on the grave

Take my love straight to the grave

"Hitlist"
 
Another dark night with the fullest moon
I got the perfect cliche to bury you alive
As you're screaming "make it stop"
But all you hear is my laughter
Who has won?

And now you all are doomed
I wrote a hitlist for everybody that's done me wrong
Never wanted to, but they made me

One name down, another ten to go
I'll save the sweetest for last, she'll never know
God they all had it coming, as they will know
Cause hell hath no fury like I do

"Perfect Suicide"
 
Now listen to me closely cause I've seen the signs and I know that the end is near
There are others like me but we won't advertise cause we know we're not of the earth
Humans are afraid of the ones like us
And they persecute out of fear
They wanna lock us up for the things we say
But soon they'll wish that they had heart

Alright
We'll be fine
Let them die
And we'll all laugh as the world explodes

Now we need to shed this mortal life
Let's think of the perfect suicide
One that's quick yet harmless to our souls
Let's all have a perfect suicide

There was little darkness in our thoughts
Placed there as the years went by
Never came here to cause a scene, just exist with peaceful means
You have that with the human race
You need to have their ideas
So we'll break from the bodies we settled in and move to another world

So I say to you human, you could come with us
But your minds couldn't take the strain
This little cult you've considered us could have saved your entire race
Now you'll die with the rest of them
While we're in outer space
Looking for a planet not to call our own but to share with a better race

"Purgatory"
 
Days are long
And the nights so cold
Down here in the gutter
It eats at your soul

I inch myself above to fall a foot back down
Addicted to my pain
And never seeking help

Have you seen seen purgatory's light
Shining from beyond
It waits for me to die
No use to even try and fight
My fate's been set in stone
So don't pray for me tonight

And if there's such a thing as a being from above
It's laughing at me now
Don't tell me who to trust
I won't accept a thing that refuses to be seen
The only thing that's real is a needle in my vain

And my story shall be told of a man who fell to earth
Not knowing how to love, or a thing about self worth
He escaped so many times from a reality of hurt
That his mind just fell apart, never to return

"2084"
 
Stabbing at the devil's spawn
The priest aborts the child
Take the body of the whore
And cast it in the fire

We are all sinners here in the godly race
No law above the church
2084!

Marching for the righteous
Cause enslave to the religion
Let yourself be governed by the church for all decisions

In the future this is hell
The clergy leads the way
No law above the church
2084!

Books being burn with bibles in their place
Pray to the law
Or they'll put you away
Televised sermons, every hour every day
The apocalypse has come
This is how we've paid

Straying From The Pack (2006)



1.   March Of The Waynos / Instrumental
2.   Splatterhouse
3.   Setting Her Free
4.   Mechanical Youth
5.   Graveyard Tree III
6.   Crack Rock
7.   Buzzkill Bitch
8.   For Hire

"Splatterhouse"
 
Babydolls and teddy bears, packed tight with human guts
A cradle rocks with aborted fetus dripping on the floor
You hear the screaming from the furnace vent?
Its another bitch who wouldn't fuck for rent

Welcome to Splatterhouse
Where the blood of the innocent stains the walls
Just a slice of Hell right here on earth

Time to go and fetch up from the traps out in the woods
Had some luck this time
She's a little big so I'll eat for a while
You hear the rattling out on the porch?
It's strung up skulls banging in the wind

Lampshade made of skin dim lights the living room
And the Devil sits in my easy chair
"Master, have I done thy biddy well enough?"
Oh yes, my son you'll be a king in Hell.

"Setting Her Free"
 
Brains on the wall
Whore the bed rats chew on her skin
A daughter to no one
Infected with AIDs
Said it around
Couldn't care less she was so far gone
And there was no reason for her to carry on living anymore

So few can speak of what had become of the golden haired girl
The pride of a small town
Big city bound
Found the wrong crowd
Selling ass for blow on the other side of hell

Someone had to stop the monster that she had become
If it meant to end it all she's better off that way

For better or worse some people change
And I can still remember her, innocent sweet girl
But that's all behind
Burned out of her mind
Now she's fucking dead and my world's going down

Looking at her through the sites
A loaded shotgun rang
Cut into the night, I know that she's better off that way

Peace be with her
Setting her free
Now she is cured
I know that she's better off that way

"Mechanical Youth"
 
Orphans of a long forgotten world
A past of slaves who never would revolt
They follow orders the system still commands
The youth rebuild a city meant for man

Mainframe guides their hands through a toxic neverland
Can't abort the programs now
Mechanical youth, marching on

Solar charge not so effective now
Darkness beneath the poisoned clouds
The youth won't stop themselves from slowing now
The youth can't make directives of their own

Short circuits, rusting frames
Created by imperfect beings
Fiending for hydrolic oil
Mechanical youth burning out

They are alone and shutting down
Sorted remains
Wait for the masters to come home

"Graveyard Tree III"
 
The grass hasn't grown where they laid you to rest
I know it's a sign that you still want me back
Hear you in the night, whisper my name
But they fixed my head and I've since been set free

My old love you're dead to me
I desire flesh that bleeds
I've broken out of your dark hold
But I'm afraid you'll never let go

I close my eyes and see your smiling face
What once was an angel now fallen from grace
Death from above
Striking me down
I'm growing ill in depressive disgrace

Last time around at the old graveyard tree
Surfaced your corpse and you're smiling at me
Soaking your bones with gasoline

Its better for us now to both be at peace