Head Collector - Frankie and The Witch Fingers

Rolling head

Is tumbling

Rolling down the hill

I see below

Everyone it’s killed

A pointed hood

A shiny blade

It wields without a care

Flaying flesh

That hides below the stairs

Crimson jewels

Of the blood

That he pulls

La la la la

Eternal

Suffering

From the grip

Underneath

La la la la

Awaken

Forsaken

Bodies

And minds

La la la la

Rolling

Head

Rolling down the hill

Cracking

His whip

He points toward the pyre

Tells me to go

And lie inside the fire

Infernal blaze

Upon my skin

He laughs sadistically

A backwards roar

You’re never to be freed

Crimson jewels

Of the blood

That he pulls

La la la la

Eternal

Suffering

From the grip

Underneath

La la la la

Awaken

Forsaken

Bodies

And minds

La la la la

Rolling

Head

Rolling down the hill