I've got a .45 loaded and the eyes of no remorse,
I've been labeled as the wanted since I left all recourse,
I've been waiting in the corners on the left of an all time low,
I've been sheltered by the madness on the course of time borrowed...
(...time borrowed.)
I got a woman yelling heaven with all of her eight legs spread,
I got another spinning tangles to devour and seeing red,
All intentions are dead, all intentions are dead, all intentions are dead
Raise the horror, raise the Creeps
Raise the horror, raise the Creeps
Raise the horror, raise the Creeps
Once again, what will be left of them?
Raise the horror, raise the creeps
Raise the horror, raise the creeps
Raise the horror, raise the creeps
Once again, what will be left of them?
What will be left... of them?
What will be left... of them?
What will be left of-
Raise the horror, raise the creeps
Raise the horror, raise the creeps
Raise the horror, raise the creeps
Once again, what will be left of them?
Writer(s): Jerry Anders
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