Come a Little Closer
They call me the madman fear my name
Violently convulsing back at it again
Sleeping with the enemy, whose to blame?
You know it's all the same to me
It's all just a game
Killing is to pleasure, as blood is to wine
Yes I am evil are you gonna cry?
Come a little closer I've got something to say
I'll skin you alive
Preserve, rot, and decay
Ladies and gentlemen, live well and strong!
The fire burns as the night goes on
They call the me the reaper of a field of corn
Drag you down to hell where the weather is warm
Bloodstains on the ceiling fall like rain
And bodies scattered all around vultures pick their brains
Vultures pick their brains
Death is hard to measure when you're still alive
No anesthesia, feel the pain as you die
Come a little closer I've got something to say
I'll torture your mind with poison in your veins
Crawling out from my little cave!
Enter if you think that you are something brave
They call me Satan, nice to meet you man
I didn't catch your name, could you repeat it again?
Sorry but I'm late for what we call in hell
A prime-time deal on the souls you sell
Creeping all along the room, shadows dance
Seeking never ending gloom in a ghostly trance
(Haha you never had a chance)
Killing is to pleasure, as blood is to wine
Yes I am evil, all the time
Come a little closer I've got something to say
You're stuck in a nightmare you cannot escape!
Ladies and gentlemen, no need to fear!
Off with your heads, your ending is near!
Violently convulsing back at it again
Sleeping with the enemy, whose to blame?
You know it's all the same to me
It's all just a game
Killing is to pleasure, as blood is to wine
Yes I am evil are you gonna cry?
Come a little closer I've got something to say
I'll skin you alive
Preserve, rot, and decay
Ladies and gentlemen, live well and strong!
The fire burns as the night goes on
They call the me the reaper of a field of corn
Drag you down to hell where the weather is warm
Bloodstains on the ceiling fall like rain
And bodies scattered all around vultures pick their brains
Vultures pick their brains
Death is hard to measure when you're still alive
No anesthesia, feel the pain as you die
Come a little closer I've got something to say
I'll torture your mind with poison in your veins
Crawling out from my little cave!
Enter if you think that you are something brave
They call me Satan, nice to meet you man
I didn't catch your name, could you repeat it again?
Sorry but I'm late for what we call in hell
A prime-time deal on the souls you sell
Creeping all along the room, shadows dance
Seeking never ending gloom in a ghostly trance
(Haha you never had a chance)
Killing is to pleasure, as blood is to wine
Yes I am evil, all the time
Come a little closer I've got something to say
You're stuck in a nightmare you cannot escape!
Ladies and gentlemen, no need to fear!
Off with your heads, your ending is near!
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Writer(s): Alexander Black
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