From "Curse of the Coffin"
LYRICS: Rolling down a corridor which is long grey (dark and dusty)
Hear the screaming sound of rubber wheels on plastic (floors)
Crying out his need for blood the motorpsycho is (mad and thirsty)
He'll catch up on you too late to reach the exit (door)
he's a motorpsycho of wire and steel, motorpsycho on rubberwheels,
rubberwheels and killing pain and the motorpsycho has done it again (and again!)
Razors on revolving arms are cutting slowly (through his body)
Metal Laughter is echoing into a moonless (night)
Motorpsycho happiness is a mass morbid and (truly bloody)
This corridor to hell is his kingdom (of delight)
He's a motorpsycho of wire and steel, motorpsycho on rubberwheels,
rubberwheels and killing pain and the motorpsycho has done it again (and again!)
thumbs up if u try to make thier faces
jermboy171 7 months ago 4