Creature Feature The House Of Myth

There stands a dark monument

Born of unfortunate events

A house of myth rumored near

A lost road leading north of here

I tried to warn you, I swear I did

Tenanted by fear and gloom

Despair calls out from every room

Walls that drip with hopelessness

Filled with an air of malevolence

I tried to warn you, I swear I did

Abandon hope

All who enter here

The ones who ignored

Simply disappeared

They’re gonna have to

Scrape you off the walls

That’s even if they

Find your body at all

They’re gonna have to

Scrape you off the walls

That’s even if they

Find your body at all

All that you will find, is hell waiting inside

A blackness lives inside this place

An evil you’ll learn to embrace

It will lure and calm your doubt

Eat you alive and spit you out

I tried to warn you, I swear I did

Abandon hope

All who enter here

The ones who ignored

Simply disappeared

They’re gonna have to

Scrape you off the walls

That’s even if they

Find your body at all

They’re gonna have to

Scrape you off the walls

That’s even if they

Find your body at all

All that you will find, is hell waiting inside

Inside of this place

Death will not come quickly

It won’t leave a trace

Death will not come quickly

It is far too late

Death will not come quickly

You have sealed your fate

Death will not come quickly

All that you will find, is hell waiting inside

Creature Feature A Fate Worse Than Death

Extinction will catch up to you

And there is nothing you can do

What fate surely waits

Maybe eaten by wolves

In your sleep

Your time is quickly running out

It’s pointless to worry and pout

What fate surely waits

Maybe dying of thirst

Lost at sea

Don’t worry your head off

There’s always a fate worse than death

Pray you go quietly

Quick and not violently

No need to worry

We all meet our end someday

Pray you go silently

Into the bleak dead of night

You’ll soon be dead as a doornail

What stories will your loved ones tell

What fate surely waits

Maybe drowned like a rat

In a latrine

You’ll soon be pushing up daises

Laid in a pine box six foot deep

What fate surely waits

Maybe roasted and served

As a cuisine

Don’t worry your head off

There’s always a fate worse than death

Pray you go quietly

Quick and not violently

No need to worry

We all meet our end someday

Pray you go silently

Into the bleak dead of night

When you meet you maker

Will you still be in one piece

When you take your last bow

Will you fall down on your knees

When you cash in your chips

Will you have your pistol drawn

When the pale horse appears

Will you still have your boots on

Don’t worry your head off

There’s always a fate worse than death

Pray you go quietly

Quick and not violently

No need to worry

We all meet our end someday

Pray you go silently

Into the bleak dead of night

Creature Feature Spill Your Guts

We are frail

So frail and weak

Our bodies fail

We’re all just meat

So easily scarred

So easily beat

It doesn’t take much

For us to spring a leak

It doesn’t take much

To perish in your sleep

We are soft

Soft and smooth

Just beef and sauce

Perfect for stew

So easily squashed

So easily bruised

It doesn’t take much

To strip us to the bone

It doesn’t take much

Work to make us croak

We’re all marching in the same parade

Biding our time in this silly masquerade

We’re all headed steadfast to the grave

Why all the fuss?

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts!

Will you burn out

Or will you fade away?

Will you die young

Or wither in old age?

We’re all dying

To make it out unscathed

Why all the fuss?

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts!

We are doomed

From the start

Crippled and bruised

Did I mentioned scarred?

So easily strewn

So easily marked

It doesn’t take much

To tear us apart

It doesn’t take much

Force to stop our hearts

We’re flawed

Prone to leak

Crumbling facades

Wrought with disease

So easily clawed

So easily freed

It doesn’t take much

Stress to make us crack

It doesn’t take much

Strength to break our backs

We’re all marching in the same parade

Biding our time in this silly masquerade

We’re all headed steadfast to the grave

Why all the fuss?

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts!

Will you burn out

Or will you fade away?

Will you die young

Or wither in old age?

We’re all dying

To make it out unscathed

Why all the fuss?

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts!

A knife in the back from a friend

Or a bump on the head?

A ruptured appendix

Or maybe a virus instead

A clot in your veins

Or the poisonous snake in the grass

A chest full of buckshot

Or maybe a slip in the bath

We’re all marching in the same parade

Biding our time in this silly masquerade

We’re all headed steadfast to the grave

Why all the fuss?

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts!

Will you burn out

Or will you fade away?

Will you die young

Or wither in old age?

We’re all dying

To make it out unscathed

Why all the fuss?

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts!

Creature Feature Bound And Gagged

Gotta run away

Try to get away

Gotta run away

Try to get away

If you ever want to see your daughter again

And every little thing goes according to plan

Don’t do anything that you think you’ll regret

Or you’ll have to check the mail for your daughter’s head

I’m keeping her bound and gagged

Her clothes soaked in gasoline

Hands tied behind her back

Where no one can hear her

Gotta run away

Try to get away

Gotta run away

Try to get away

Listen up now, I won’t repeat myself

This is how everything is gonna go down

When you make the drop, you better be by yourself

It could be detrimental to your daughter’s health

I’m keeping her bound and gagged

Her clothes soaked in gasoline

Hands tied behind her back

Where no one can hear her

Scream

Scream

You can run, but you can’t hide

You can run, but you can’t hide from me

I’m keeping her bound and gagged

Her clothes soaked in gasoline

Hands tied behind her back

Where no one can hear her

Scream

Scream

Creature Feature Aim For The Head

Can I pose a question?

How do you kill what is dead?

I just shoot from the hip

And I aim for the head

He used to be your friend

That was another life

With a single bullet

We’re gonna blow his mind

With a loaded gun

And a steady hand

We just might live through this (Aim for the head)

If you kill the brain

Then you kill the ghoul

And its motor functions (Aim for the head)

Nail up all the windows

They’re gonna settle the score

Make sure no chamber is bare

They’re right outside the door

This is a test of your strength

And your will to survive

If you give up now

They’re gonna eat you alive

With a loaded gun

And a steady hand

We just might live through this (Aim for the head)

If you kill the brain

Then you kill the ghoul

And his motor functions (Aim for the head)

Listen to me

Listen to me

Listen to me, save yourself

There is no more

There is no more

There is no more room in hell

I will help you

I will help you

I will help you understand

Come with me now

Come with me now

Come with me now, take my hand

We can make it

We can make it

We can make it through this

With a loaded gun

And a steady hand

We just might live through this (Aim for the head)

If you kill the brain

Then you kill the ghoul

And his motor functions (Aim for the head)

Is the end of the world

Or just the start of the fight

You better heed my warning

And watch out for their bite

They have a taste for your flesh

And for your blood they will crave

They’re coming for us now

From beyond the grave

Creature Feature One Foot In The Grave

Let me tell you a tragedy that will

Surely frighten you out of your skin

There once was a god-fearing man

who unfortunately woke up stone cold dead

I’ve got one foot in the grave

And in its shackles I’m its slave

And here I lie

With all the night

The pearly gates turned me away

In this sarcophagus I lay

No longer dead

but I am bored of breath

I can feel the cold night air

I can feel the decay there

I can feel it in the wind

In death I have been born again.

Gather round to hear

a bleak tale

In harrowing detail

of the utmost suffering

There once was a bizarre outcast

a bedeviled lost soul

searching for his end

The grim reaper snuck up on me

When I was most unsuspecting

with scythe in hand

and my life in remand

The heavens did dismiss of me

they spit me out and let me be

I am deceased

But I can’t rest in peace

I can feel the cold night air

I can feel the decay there

I can feel it in the wind

In death I have been born again

In truth, I fear this life appears

in death exiled from eternity

So it appears this life I fear

In death ostracized from mortality

I’ve got one foot in the grave

And in its shackles I’m its slave

And here I lie

With all the night

The pearly gates turned me away

In this sarcophagus I lay

No longer dead

but I am bored of breath

I can feel the cold night air

I can feel the decay there

I can feel it in the wind

In death I have been born again

Creature Feature The Unearthly Ones

Here we are

The monsters in your closet

Sure as hell

You should be afraid

We are coming for you

We are coming for you

We exist

The grim haunters of houses

We’ll frighten

And steal your breath away

We are coming for you

We are coming for you

We are coming for you now

Beware the bumps in the night

The shadows on your wall

The nightmares of your youth

Believe in the bogeyman

Hiding beneath your bed

Just waiting to break loose

Don’t forget

Your fear of spooks and goblins

Sure as hell

We’ll still sneak up on you

We are coming for you

We are coming for you

Take cover

From all the creeps and ghoulies

You never

Know what we’re planning next

We are coming for you

We are coming for you

We are coming for you now

Beware the bumps in the night

The shadows on your wall

The nightmares of your youth

Believe in the bogeyman

Hiding beneath your bed

Just waiting to break loose

The unearthly ones scratched and clawed

Their way out of the grave

Called forth by the fear

Of the children lying awake

Foul and grotesque

And don’t let their whispers possess

Or your life’s done

And you’ll join the unearthly ones

Time to flee

An angry mob approaches

Sure as hell

They want our hides

They are coming for us

They are coming for us

An army

Of pitchforks and torches

They won’t stop

Until they hunt us down

They are coming for us

They are coming for us

They are coming for us now

Beware the bumps in the night

The shadows on your wall

The nightmares of your youth

Believe in the bogeyman

Hiding beneath your bed

Just waiting to break loose

Creature Feature Mad House

Where did all this begin, my malicious tale

So rife with loathing, despair, and revenge

Picture this, a home could grow aware

Would this explain why I now live in fear

Sometimes the razor’s dull and doesn’t cut enough

Sometimes it definitely cuts too much

All of this aggression and fury inside me

Has seeped into the bones of this old house

Year by year, the rage was building up

And my short fuse has turned against me now

Sometimes the razor’s dull and doesn’t cut enough

Sometimes it definitely cuts too much

Sometimes the anger doesn’t always manifest

Sometimes the anger’s like a hornet’s nest

I don’t know how much I can take

I simply must get out of this mad house

Nowhere to hide, I can’t escape

I really think it’s gunning for me now

You can’t imagine how I ache to toss a match

And burn the whole thing down

I pray in time it’s blown away

To nothing but a big hole in the ground

Would I get an answer if these walls could talk

Would they explain why they now want me dead

Was it me? Am I a wicked man?

Was this monster born of my own two hands?

Some days it’s tame, doesn’t spill too much blood

Some days it’s crazed and can never get enough

Some days it’s still like the calm before a storm

Some days I wish I was never born

I don’t know how much I can take

I simply must get out of this mad house

Nowhere to hide, I can’t escape

I really think it’s gunning for me now

You can’t imagine how I ache to toss a match

And burn the whole thing down

I pray in time it’s blown away

To nothing but a big hole in the ground

It’s grown hungry, rather famished

Smelling blood and turning savage

Now it’s learning, forming habits

Sentient and wreaking havoc

It is growing, gaining traction

Can’t give up, I must take action

It is scheming, gaining reason

Making plans, becoming brazen

It is living, in existence

Cognizant without a conscience

Shaping tactics without lenience

Setting traps to restore balance now

Get me out of this mad house

I’ll die in this mad house

Creature Feature Grave Robber At Large

There is something strange down by the cemetery

Emptying the graves left and right

Ghastly schemes and ghoulish undertakings

Underneath the pale moonlight

Curse the day they invented the crematory

What a foolish waste of potential sales

It’s a damn shame to discard inventory

Think outside the box if all else fails

Death is my business and business is good

There’s a grave robber at large

Ripping bodies from hallowed ground

Desecrate those who rest in peace

There’s profit to be made from the recent deceased

Skeletal remains are safe in the ossuary

They’re quite stale and not worth a dime

Don’t think me a fiend, this is strictly monetary

Fortune calls and I’ll answer this time

In this occupation timing is instrumental

A matter of hours can plummet the price

The fact it’s a crime is simply incidental

Freshness is key, nothing else will suffice

Death is my business and business is good

There’s a grave robber at large

Ripping bodies from hallowed ground

Desecrate those who rest in peace

There’s profit to be made from the recent deceased

Midnight meetings inside the graveyard

Crunching numbers, breaking the earth

I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty

Even if things seem a bit perverse

Though these deeds weigh heavy on my soul

I will no doubt sleep perfectly sound

While you struggle to keep your conscience

A garden of riches rots in the ground

Death is my business and business is good

There’s a grave robber at large

Ripping bodies from hallowed ground

Desecrate those who rest in peace

There’s profit to be made from the recent deceased

Death is my business and business is good

Creature Feature A Gorey Demise

All right, everybody sit down, quiet down, listen up

I’ve brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries

Like every year we’ll start with A and we’ll end with Z

Alright, is the band ready?

Ready

All right, hit it boils

One, and a two

A is for Amber who drowned in a pool

B is for Billy was eaten by ghouls

C is for Curt with disease in the brain

D is for Daniel derailed on a train

E is for Erik who’s buried alive

F is for Frank who was stabbed through the eye

G is for Greg who died in the womb

H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb

One by one we bite the dust

We kick the bucket and begin to rust

Give up the ghost when your number’s up

We all fall down

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste

You wither away in your resting place

Eternity in a wooden case

We all fall down

I is for Isaac who lost his front brakes

J is for Johnny, was bitten by snakes

K is for Kimmy was shot in the head

L is for Larry who bled and bled

M’s for Marie who was burned to a crisp

N is for Nick who was pummeled by fists

O is for Olive who lived life too fast

P is for Pat who swallowed some glass

Alrighty lads, all together now:

One by one we bite the dust

We kick the bucket and begin to rust

Give up the ghost when your number’s up

We all fall down

Ashes to ashes, bones to paste

You wither away in your resting place

Eternity in a wooden case

We all fall down

Q is for Quentin who took the wrong trail

R is for Rayna who rotted in jail

S is for Steve who was shot with a bow

T is for Tori who froze in the snow

U is for Urich who was trampled by hooves

V is for Vanessa who fell off a roof

W is for Will who was hit by a car

X is for Xavier who sunk in the tar

Y is for Yessy who fell from a plane

Z is for Zack who simply went insane