Pitchfork - El Creepo

Stoke the flames, little devil

It’s gonna be a long night

Blood shot insomniac

Keep your eyes on the prize

And take all of your secrets to the grave

You never knew just what hit you

I said a hammer head

An empty friend

A demonic chant

A single fan

You never knew just what hit you

Compassion doesn’t live here anymore

Only a vacancy of who I used to be

Take all your secrets to the grave

Judas hangin' tight rope and swingin'

Madness sets in and man is served with wine

Wake up wake up, it’s judgement day

And the cannibals have come to dine

Terrible visions and I’m deadly pale

A deceiver and destroyer of hearts

Nightmare in pieces, you look familiar

Splashed up all over the walls

Cannibalize the delicacy

Now you are a part of me

I’ll eat you up, you’re in my recipe

And now a part of me

I’ll eat you up and now you are a part of me