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Queen Of Hell
01:36
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Julia blew her cool, yeah, when Frank whispered to her,
Of further regions of experience, a cubic crown at the center,
Her path to hell unpaved and a thirst for blood innate,
Within a profane, skinless entity, formerly an extant dame,
Lilith lingers unfulfilled, alone within the woods,
Left carving twisted roadways to a prophetic falsehood,
But hold her hand, she'll light the way, she'll overwrite the end of days,
Personified damnation, far beyond Madam Satan,
Author of the book, Ruby inked it all in blood,
And bound it in the flesh of evil dead,
Mother of all wicked, interrupted and constricted,
By a temporal postponement sealed by truce in token,
Don't get strung out by the ones above belief,
Every secret burns within what you want to be,
Obliterate your destiny, desecrate the patriarchy,
Tall upon the ruins, claim what's yours,
If you believe, you, too, can be the queen of hell...
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Frankenstein Twist
01:13
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Come on, everybody, we're going to the very last stop,
(C'mon everybody, hey!)
Come on, everybody, we're going to the very last stop,
We do the Frankenstein Twist,
And they tell me that you’re really fine,
When you get there they tell me that you’ll fall in a trance,
(C'mon everybody, hey!)
When you get there they tell me that you'll fall in a trance,
And the next thing you know, you're out on the floor,
Doin' the Frankenstein dance,
When I say "Eeeh" put your hands on your side,
And then you do like my little sis',
When I say "Ah," raise your hands up high,
And then you do the Frankenstein Twist,
Are you ready?
(I'm ready!)
Are you ready?
(I'm ready!)
Oh, say you're ready,
(I'm ready right now!)
Ah-eeeeeeh,
(Ah-eeh...)
Ah-aaaahhhh,
(Ah-aahh...)
Ah-eeh,
(Ah-eeh!)
Ah-aah,
(Ah-aahh!)
(Round and around and around...)
Let's do the Frankenstein,
(Get up, get up, get up, get up and dance!)
One more time,
It's gonna work out fine,
One more time,
(Round and around and around...)
One more time,
(Get up, get up, get up, get up and dance!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
(Round and around and around...)
Yeah, yeah yeah,
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The House On Rising Glen
02:25
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The weight of this chamber suffocates me,
Darkness floods the air, my veins start to freeze,
Deafening silence like shattering glass,
Become the weeping torment of centuries past,
Fortress of the damned, dungeon of mine,
It's only a matter of time,
What will it take for you to see?
This house will be the death of me,
So tired, (get me out, get me out!)
Invisibly desired (get me out, get me out!)
Caverns of suffering engulf me,
This is not what has to be...
Something isn't right, it's all wrong,
Forsaken in the dark of promises forgone,
Diverting from the light, my fatal crime,
Forged in apparitions of another time,
Fortress of the damned, dungeon of mine,
It's only a matter of time,
What will it take for you to see?
This house will be the death of me,
What will it take for you to see?
This house will be the death of me,
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(instrumental)
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Fruit Cellar (Alive!)
00:57
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Well, we all go a little mad sometimes,
But this time, you've crossed a line,
Once the glue that held our world together,
Now I'm bric-a-brac, it's asinine,
They say that a mother is a boy's best friend,
So why do I feel so abandoned in your den?
Now I'm rotting in the cellar 'cause you think that I'm fruity,
Decaying in the snow 'cause you love me, excuse me?
The cord is thinning so screw off, shithead,
It's time for you to comprehend that mommy's dead,
Not good enough for my own bed,
Or even for the attic,
Unworthy to maintain my charm,
With taxidermy or prosthetics,
They say that a mother is a boy's best friend,
So why do I feel so abandoned in your den?
Fuck!
Now I'm rotting in the cellar 'cause you think that I'm fruity,
Decaying in the snow 'cause you love me, excuse me?
The cord is thinning so screw off, shithead,
It's time for you to comprehend that mommy's dead,
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