A sentence at Best price, Cut creatures, Dreaded vices Everyone looking At the scene of the crime, God’s perfect little Maidens in white Eyes spinning like Jazz sequence Kill of the prophet Live like a martyr High surfing On the strait of Gibraltar, My mama said, There’s nothing to hide, As she’s waving a finger, At the justice denied, My child what have you done, Driving psychosis Out the end of your gun, Knee high by the fourth of July, Now you got twenty one.

Creeptastic, Creeptastic, Creeptastic, Creeptastic,

In keeping with The justice tonight Kill or be killed, Lie or be lied to, Say nothing, It’s not like you tried, My martyr had nothing in mind, Opinions are a piece of the pie, Such tragedy, she couldn’t fly, Eye of Horus, With that look of denial, Unfit to stand even up at trial, Dead vaping in a caravan line, While the mystics and bedouin, Are down in the mines, Gaslight the narcissist…

Creeptastic, Creeptastic, Creeptastic, Creeptastic, Children walking the hounds of hell, You better boogie down to the drone of the bell, Creeptastic, Creeptastic, Creeptastic, Creeptastic,