1. |
Leave You Dead
01:57
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Well I feel you every night
With closing doors and flickering lights
All that I’ve put myself through
I thought I took you off this world
I guess I get what I deserve
So just tell me what I must do
Through all the screams and fights
Through the speechless days and nights
I didn’t mean to Leave You Dead
Now I’ve painted the house red
And you’re back to remind me again and again
I didn’t mean to Leave You Dead
I tried to keep you around
But after weeks I slowly found
Decomposition is a cruel game
You didn’t like what I did
I left you to rot in sixteen bins
Over a small glowing flame
Through all the screams and fights
Through the speechless days and nights
I didn’t mean to Leave You Dead
Now I’ve painted the house red
And you’re back to remind me again and again
I didn’t mean to Leave You Dead
Through all the screams and fights
Through the speechless days and nights
I didn’t mean to Leave You Dead
Now I’ve painted the house red
And you’re back to remind me again and again
I didn’t mean to Leave You Dead
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2. |
The Ritual
01:42
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Well I’ve set out the candles
And all the remains I’ve took
I’ve went through all the details
Of every single book
A drop of blood from me
And a gallon from the others
Even grabbed the chalices
From the cabinet at my mothers
I know you’ve died
You know I’ve tried
How many will I have to kill
to get you back alive
Well I’m watching it all burn
Around a picture of you
Smiling at our wedding day
Not knowing what I’d doll
I left you all the spare parts
Even a still beating heart
That you can sew and stitch right back on
I know you’ve died
You know I’ve tried
How many will I have to kill
to get you back alive
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3. |
Sold My Soul '84
01:59
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On the road again
For the thousandth time my life
When I come across a well dressed man
Offering to end my strife
His hair was slicked, his dark suit clean
For him to be in a place like this
But he outstretched his hellish hand
And promised to make me famous
I sold my soul, so what
I sold my soul so what
He asked where I came from last
But I really didn’t wanna say
Running from your life on a whim
Will get you thinking that way
But there was something about this guy
There was Something that I could trust
He said he’ll put me on billboards
If I fulfill his lust
I sold my soul, so what
I sold my soul so what
Father forgive me
For what I’m about to do
But they’ll see me on the charts
They’ll see what I can do
I sold my soul so what
I sold my soul so what
I sold my soul so what
I sold my soul so what
So there I am in the back of the bar
Reading through his terms
Even the dust flees the table
As I read his words
In the dark corner of that saloon
Is where I left my soul last
But at 80 down the thruway, it’s in the past
I sold my soul so what
I sold my soul so what
I sold my soul so what
I sold my soul so what
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4. |
Manic Reality
01:44
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Bodies lying on the floor
Shirts all soaked in blood
I can’t take it anymore
What have I done
I’m living in a manic reality
Washed in the blood of my own mortality
I’m living in manic reality
comprehending my own totality
Proof is on the tapes
That I watch and I watch again
Manic reality eats me away
It takes me from my sins
I’m Living in a manic reality
Comprehending my own totality
I’m living in manic reality
I’m comprehending my own totality
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5. |
Take The Shot
02:29
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Call rang through on Saturday night
Sending me to kill what’s right
The agencies want this man dead
Identities and all flights booked
A pull of a trigger is all it took
I’ll play the part even if I’m damned
I’m just a 1 trick man
I’m here to fulfill the highest plan
It was no accident not a lone gunman
Not some stranger from the ku klux klan
They put me in a hotel and said to take the shot
I won’t be something I’m not
They said they’d provide a getaway
But I can’t see the light of day
Through the snare they set up for me
I went along with his plan
Listened to old Uncle Sam
Now I know I’ll never be free
I’m just a 1 trick man
I’m here to fulfill the highest plan
It was no accident not a lone gunman
Not some stranger from the ku klux klan
They put me in a hotel and said to take the shot
I won’t be something I’m not
It was no accident not a lone gunman
Not some stranger from the ku klux klan
They put me in a hotel and said to take the shot
I won’t be something I’m not
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6. |
84 Tapes
01:58
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Prop up the camera
And don’t dare close your eyes
You’ll look so pretty darling
When you die, die, die
Recording over reels and reels
Trying to get a gory feel
For filmmaking the death of you
We’re gonna make 84 Tapes
84 tapes of you
We’re gonna make 84 tapes
And you won’t like what I’ll do
1 tape full, move for the rest I’m
Trying to get the absolute best
Shot as your life leaves your head
Why’d you get back in with me
Leaving your sweet serenity
Now you’ll never sleep in your bed
When the camcorders dead
As with you on the ground
I’ll leave the tapes to watch
For the pigs all around
They’re gonna be horrified
While I get glorified
With a cool name
and that signature stare
We’re gonna make 84 Tapes
Make 84 tapes of you
We’re gonna make 84 tapes
And you won’t like what I’ll do
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7. |
No Prayin' Anymore
02:41
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You cry and you scream
For your god to save you
But no divine power
Will heal the scars I gave you
Watching you die and writhe
Somehow I left you alive
What will you call to now
I said in my car I would treat you well
But this is just the path down the river to hell
There’s no praying anymore
Leave your hope right at the front door
You walked right in seduced by lies
There ain’t no god in sight
What good does your cross necklace do
If he won’t respond to your knocks
Will he try to save you
Or leave you in an oblong box
It must be some divinity
That I’ve just never seen
For you to still think that you’re heard
There’s no praying anymore
Leave your hope right at the front door
You walked right in seduced by lies
But honey
There ain’t no god in sight
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8. |
Dead Of Night
02:13
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I can’t explain what happened to me
I just woke up in insanity
Bodies lying all around
Stepping past them on the ground
Wondering what evil could’ve done
Who could do this for fun
All by myself with nothing to do but run
He came in dead of night
He made them see the light
Left me alone and I’m stuck inside my head again
He painted her bed red
Left the whole family dead
Left me to cry and I’m stuck inside my head again
Jumped in the car to drive
Only one left alive
What could I tell the cops
The minute the pin finally drops
I can’t stop thinking about it
Of why I was left alive
When they know I deserved it the most
He came in dead of night
And now, they see the light
Left me alone and I’m stuck inside my head again
He painted her bed red
Left the whole family dead
Left me to cry and I’m stuck inside my head again
I’m stuck inside my head again
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9. |
Something to Hide
01:46
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There’s always blood stains on my floors
An odd piece of flesh or a splatter on a door
I have company who gets nosey sometimes
But they don’t really like to ask anymore
Detectives have knocked but not many left
They keep to common rooms and they keep their breath
But if one wants to check out down the stairs
Well they get the more painful deaths
They know it wasn’t me
though some of them see
They know it wasn’t me
Cause they wanna leave
I always keep piano wire out
Even though there’s no music around
It’s just all the high pitched screams
The neighbors really think it’s neat
I tell them I make movies
And I’m never really wrong
I just don’t like when they ask about their son
They know it wasn’t me
Though they don’t see
They know it wasn’t me
Cause they wanna leave
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10. |
Burials
03:01
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I’m so sorry
You deserved much more
Than your final resting place
Under my kitchen floor
I tried to lay you to rest
But the backyards getting full
So I left you along the I-95
With the other burials
I hope you’re not mad
When we finally meet again
You know why I did it
You knew why I sin
Well it would’ve been an open casket
If they found you before the end
Everyone imagines their own resting place
Again and again and again
I tried to lay you to rest
But the backyards getting full
So I left you along the I-95
With the other burials
I liked to express a moment of regret
When I hid you all
You all could’ve went so far
But you followed down my fall
I tried to lay you to rest
But the backyards getting full
So I left you along the I-95
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84 Tapes Saugerties, New York
84 Tapes is VHS-based horrorpunk with a hardcore edge from Woodstock, New York formed in June 2022
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