We're all cartoon casualties Zombified by our TV screens the violence that we see has turned our minds to anarchy We?re all cartoon casualties Come
A cold Octobers eve I saw her standing in the street In bloody sheets That cold metallic smile A style now obsolete Something sinister about her
Unholy slumber on the night of your demise As countless bloody memories come streaming through your eyes Come to my haunted house - I'll give you what
1000 bloody horrors on this Halloween I get so giddy every time I hear you scream My sick obsession's getting kinda scary I love it when you kiss me
Night falls, a shadow falls over your crypt As you push your coffin lid aside Fresh death hangs on your breath And your kisses taste like sweet formaldehyde
