I could use a little of your A negative blood
and a friendly razor blade
the ice water flowing in your veins
can I borrow your talisman?
the blue and white stone to bring good fortune
or so you say - can you live without it a while?
the power of thoughtography burning images
into film and old silver plates
going into the dark twisted tunnel
for an experience like no other
the damned seeking their revenge
leering faces, distorted sounds and images, evil colors and laughter
billet reading and coming up with all the wrong answers
poltergeists making themselves known
throwing down, down on the ground, throwing all around
making a shrieking terrible sound
vases, books, record players, coffee cups full of scotch
what a waste of good scotch
werewolf running amok under the full moon
seeking out his next victim
close the windows lock the doors
hide underneath the floors
the darkness is full of monsters don’t ya know
real and imaginary waiting to pounce
