This is a song about a maniac in a backroom.
underground death
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Story behind the song
There can never be enough Death Metal.
Lyrics
A maniac in the back room
He keeps all kinds of instruments
Girls are chained up, stripped and tied
And he reinvents one every night
Replacing a leg, replacing an eye
Molding two lesser beauties into one
Taking off a forearm
Sawing through arteries
He welds it to a still living subject
There is fear on her face but he proceeds
It?s for her own good, she looks even better now
Some touch up work with a razor is called for
And a needle and thread
With alcohol he douses the open wounds
And her body convulses
He watches her ribcage heave and it?s lovely
But a hammer will improve the angles
Ol? Trusty Rusty should do the trick
She struggles frantically for the first few hits
Then she falls still, but the others still scream
Exquisite creatures bound to the wall
So much work to do