An unlucky dip in the bargain bin
A ghostly tape with daemons within
Written on the label was an ancient hand
Told of distant times and of worrisome lands
I played it backwards then in reverse
It told me things that were perverse
Who what would have thought my hand could do that
Gave me a wedgie, set fire to my flat
They start up quiet but end up talking loud
My hands grab the steering wheel, aims for a crowd
Horrorsome daemons trapped within
Bound by chromium, consumed by sin
There's a vortex in the fridge, the food flies about
Throttled by savages, I cannot get out
An unholy choir chants in my mind
Exposing predictions to destruct mankind
