Do you know what time it is Carry on, carry on Do you know what time it is And again Wild minds and open hearts An interesting disaster For theatrical arts Do you know what time it is Would you like to know what? Do you know what time it is Carry on, carry on Whimsicality's my friend We sing the same tune Do do do do Do do do do Tonight can not be tamed Believe you me, it's far better this way Another year You were all sitting ducks Waiting for this album to drop Do you know what time it is Would you like to know now? Why do I bother asking you? Carry on, carry on Do you think of us when the light goes out Do you dream of us Like dream warriors That was a good movie In the other room there is a ghost dance party With rhythm but no soul Hauntingly beautiful I heard it's quite the specter-cal The person in the mirror is much too shy And will only dance if you also try Ergo tormented phenomenon Carry on, carry on, carry on So do you know what time it is? Look at me I've ran out of hints Carry on, carry on It'll all come naturally I'll start from a one and end on a four We will then start with these new songs of twisted horror Underneath your bed now The boogeyman boogies down (x3) Underneath your bed now The boogeyman boogies down to Pierchan's Halloween hits Volume 2 One, two, three, four

RA Memory Random access memory So I'm walking down the street Everyone's looking at me Why do I get the feeling that I am not safe I've got nothing to say Is anybody human? Or am I the one insane? Oh, a metallic taste As I kiss her cold lips Think softly Think softly now I look at my veins (Whoa!) This pattern on my arm, has it always been this way? Hey, man, have you updated your system? I can not harness this sound Is anybody human? Or am I the one insane? And the self-doubt creeps onto me now And it's all Down hill now That's it, I've forsaken my life Try to find the wire deep inside Blue or red, I do not know My options aren't overwhemingly wide Thoughts and colours all rush through me Like a hurricane on LSD Think silently now, so no one else can hear your thoughts I've uncovered the city's truth, it has been overrun by bots Oh, I hear the sound of a dull hum Rhythmic beat of a drum Hums loudly now Distorted reality It's now a lesson learned I've dug too deep, now can't get out Life since then all but feels absurd There is also chance I am as well Except I'm a self-aware imposter android Ah, my manners, no introductions Guten abend, mein name ist Sigmund Freud

Why did I bother, in asking you? Because at Loath Lake you were too scared to Despite saying you were DTF Your carnal actions all lead to your death Sunlight is falling Sunlight is falling Sunlight is falling Sunlight is falling Time slips, I beckon Hand struts past seven Honey, why do you do this to yourself I'm just trying to give you peace of mind Every girl I bring to this expedition Seems to only want some bump n grind Not that it's wrong, but let's be honest We'd just be wasting both of our time I always seem to come home empty-handed Promiscuity would be her death in the end Cursed catacombs with troubled souls don't exactly draw an intimate setting Completely wrong season, all acting as if it's our spring fling It might sound cliché But I've always felt this way I hope you're like me too And have a hunger for the truth All I ever wanted was my girl to feel safe She would never feel too frightened to cocoon herself in my arms Her own hero, her and I will be brave And when this is all over, I shall add it to my memoirs Don't ask me why (x4) (Running out of time)x3 A little nooky when there's inimical cannibals around Do you have a deathwish, because that is how you get found It could be with all evil they later became possessed I swear, not once has a girl survived the entire night Asked them all, they said they're DTF Am I wrong, but does it not stand for down to fright? Ah well, gonna find that dream girl I need Maybe not tonight or the next, but I sure will succeed Sacrifice, join their creed Their black magic, make me bleed Can not watch next sunrise alone Vile guts, and naked bones Holla at cho self, girl Moonlight is rising Moonlight is rising Moonlight is rising Moonlight is rising All for thrills, the frightened Reminiscing horizon If you're genuinely curious on solving these murders Search for me and hit me up online But if you're after my booty and want nothing more You are gonna have to wait your place in line I want somebody worth dying for, who is also rational Gaze into her eyes, and see the stars align Long night walks in the graveyard's more my style If you're down with that, then you and I will be fine Seena Vorum Haln Mi Sinner I beg, now please make me a winner And with that said, full surrender The rites end, I hear a whisper Ever so graceful, she falls from above Feeling as if I should be incredibly stunned This very moment, paid with my own blood But I'm now filled with darkness, no more room for love So holla atcha self, girl Holla atcha self, girl

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Waking up to seventeen missed calls There are too many horrors in this city tonight Ain't no ghosts, when I'm around That's my very own motto You can call me When I'm around Send these demons to the barrens below I've got my gear, and I'm ready to go Ain't no ghosts Whenever I'm around Ectoplasm shoots right into my heart And now I'm in love With someone from Mayflower a hundred years ago Ugh, good grief Utter disbelief This has never happened before I vanish these souls, it's not for me to ignore Or dare I say adore The client's here and it's time to go Here we are making love inside his home Up the attic stairs he gets quite the bizarre show Well this awkward Encircled by tea lights Making out below the attic's rafters Just like I did back home, she's given me a new taste for nostalgia Ugh, good grief Utter disbelief She's given me a new taste for nostalgia) The client goes on a tirade A bigger mess, you have now made Don't bother calling me back Unless you will dig your own grave I'll write a review of how cheesed I am now If I remember my password, I will post it on Yelp Like a marionette I am its puppet She's pulling the strings of my heart If it's not in my dreams It's not in my heart If it's not in my dreams It's not in my heart I should be having nightmares now But I'm stuck in a dream with you I should be having nightmares now But I'm stuck in a dream with you I should be having nightmares But you're trapped deep inside my heart Is this real or just facade? Have I found true love or am I forever enthralled? So I quit and started a ghost dating service Bankrupted

Do you ever wonder about all the different ways of dying violently and wonder what would be the most horrible way to die? She's dancing naked up on the stones He can not wait till he undresses all of his clothes Darting fuck me eyes, she wants him now He pulls her down then flips her around With every thrust she scratches her skin Up against the coarse and derelict limestone Who didn't say? What's stopping them two? Who didn't say? That they didn't like a little bit of bloodplay The couple's morals and those six feet under deteriorate among Up and down, she bobs her head, as if she's grooving to a dance song The holy cross snaps and falls onto the floor Whoever lies beneath surely does not need that anymore (Closer to the dead) (Are my bones) (Ain't no coming back from that) He exclaims this one's for Ulysses Hyde who died in 1885 Scream his forgotten name as if you're going to die Die With the blood rushing right to his head He says to her Lay your naked self on the soil bed Don't get me wrong, I like the rush but now my face is turning red And so we shall try this lovely position instead But he also wants her much more closer to the dead He exclaims this one's for Ulysses Hyde who died in 1885 Scream his forgotten name as if you're going to die Die Suddenly Rotted arms burst on out of the grave It grabs her arms and ties her tightly to the ground He says I've now got some helping hands Who didn't say? That they didn't like a little bit of gag and bound Hypersexual, necrophilia, a bounded triad of depravity With its mangled arms they both tear her arms apart Castrates the boyfriend, he then slumps over his sweetheart A name forgotten, but now given rise Screaming Ulysses one last time as she fucking dies La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La