[00:00.000] 作词 : Gaspare Magaddino/Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe[00:01.000] 作曲 : Gaspare Magaddino/Witchouse 40k/Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe/Jeremy Klein[00:02.443](Bro thinks he's Haunted House[00:05.305]N-N-N-N-Nice-Nice try little man[00:09.129]Nice try little man)[00:11.782]Eighth night flailing, I just can't seem to stop[00:15.337]Stuck carving out a crest of blood[00:29.861]B-B-B-B-Bodies stay dropping, they walk into waste[00:32.639]Shot full of toxins, get lost in dismay[00:35.173]Call on the fallen to solve all the problems[00:37.560]They coughing up clots, see 'em rot where they lay, blegh[00:40.587]Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed[00:42.873]Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees[00:45.347]Dance, dance, dance, dance, haven't slept for three weeks[00:47.913]Figures splashing holy water, looking rather priestly[00:50.404]Dance, dancе, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed[00:52.922]Laughing uncontrollably, trеmbling on weak knees[00:55.384]Dance, dance, dance, dance, haven't slept for three weeks[00:57.964]Figures splashing holy water, looking rather priestly[01:00.508]Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant 'til the knees seize[01:02.978]Transmogrification, now we a whole new species[01:05.496]Rant, rant, rant, rant, I can hear the trees breathe[01:08.081]Bloody feet, fallen asleep in a pile of feces[01:10.633]Twitching from the ankles to the tongue[01:12.254]Blood dripping down the legs 'til the cobblestones run red, run red run[01:15.595]Run if you can and pray that you don't fall[01:18.081]Plague spreading a waltz in a maggoty ballgown, eh[01:20.559](Ladies and gentlemen[01:21.692]May I have your attention, please?)[01:23.459]Guild hall crosses, they just starting to rot[01:28.222]Now I'm stuck carving out a crest of blood[01:33.368]B-B-bodies stay dropping, they walk into waste[01:35.845]Shot full of toxins, get lost in dismay[01:38.358]Call on the fallen to solve all the problems[01:40.808]They coughing up clots, see 'em rot where they lay, blegh[01:43.377]Uh, and I been sick to the bone[01:45.612]Mother****a steady falling, acting bitch and it shows[01:48.112]Blood drippin' outta body, seen they vision get slowed[01:50.691]And the brain is bloody from the sights, I leave your clique fulla ghosts[01:53.516]Pop-Pop-Popping out the mother****ing cut[01:56.516]Like a flesh wound with some puss, yuck[01:59.102]What the ****, the flow nuts[02:00.732]Did I stut-t-t-t-t-ter? Boy, I'm coming for your blood[02:03.744]Psycho, I might go, the cycle unbreakable[02:06.189]Mentally I'm in a state of insatiable pain[02:09.251]I hit a rift in my brain[02:10.879]Ten toes for the gang[02:12.260]With a foot up in the grave[02:13.877]**** with my brothers, promise that's your life[02:16.208]Young George Bush, I'ma crash out twice[02:18.784]Blacked out cloak with the iced out scythe[02:20.889]This is not no song, it's a dead man's plight[02:33.969]Eighth night flailing, I just can't seem to stop[02:39.016]Call on St. Vitus, bodies starting to drop[02:44.153]Guild hall crosses, they just starting to rot[02:49.116]Now I'm stuck carving out a crest of blood[03:04.624]Glad handed into a corner[03:06.452]Let's see you dance yourself out of this[03:09.038]Making nice with anyone who listens[03:10.669]Hoping it'll make a difference[03:11.766]But it only takes two to tango[03:14.013]Strangled, bred the pain[03:15.427]Spread the brain stem to a stain 'til everyone gets mangled[03:19.693]And they just keep on offering deals[03:21.689]'Til the pain go "Thanks, no," everyone gets mangled[03:33.581](Call the police)[03:36.314]Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, 'til thy feet bleed[03:39.251]Laughing uncontrollably, trembling on weak knees[03:42.172]Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant 'til the knees seize[03:45.162]Transmogrification, now we a whole new species[03:48.086]The pain that subsists every night—ight—ight—ight—ight[03:56.199](This mother****er haunted)