An unlucky dip in the bargain bin A ghostly tape with daemons within Written on the label was an ancient hand Told of distant times and of worrisome lands I played it backwards then in reverse It told me things that were perverse
Who what would have thought my hand could do that Gave me a wedgie, set fire to my flat They start up quiet but end up talking loud My hands grab the steering wheel, aims for a crowd Horrorsome daemons trapped within Bound by chromium, consumed by sin
There's a vortex in the fridge, the food flies about Throttled by savages, I cannot get out An unholy choir chants in my mind Exposing predictions to destruct mankind