Satanic Rites - Perturbator

(Okay, let's do it) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Hold it, hold it) (Hold it, more like da, da, da-da-da) (Da, da, da-da-da) A graveyard for lunatics They come a-running Leader of the young-bloods They are a-buzzing Absolute midnight They come a-crying I still remember Babylon All is forgiven And the rats come on home to pick your bones This ain't the same old monster Scream, Blacula, scream Blacula, scream, Blacula, scream, oh The beast shouted love They come a-hunting Crawl out of the skull They come a-calling Dangerous and dirty They are a-wailing Goodbye, Picasso Go paint the women And the rats come on home to pick your bones This ain't the same old monster Scream, Blacula, scream Blacula, scream, Blacula, scream, oh Well, everybody's bleeding Let's turn it on Well, everybody's bleeding Let's turn it on Spock is gonna die Call him Messiah The world is so hollow He is a liar Take me back to Vulcan And open fire Which way goes to Eden? A vampire And the rats come on home to pick your bones This ain't the same old monster Scream, Blacula, scream Blacula, scream, Blacula, scream, oh

Under Saturn's rays I rest in eternal sleep Dopesmoke violates my tomb and awakens me Clawing from the grave, my batwings spread Their blood filled with drugs, so high, so dead Your dope laced blood shows me new highs Bloodlust, druglust, Count Drugula arise Strong out on blood I hunt the streets at night Terror from the sky, in batform I strike Your naked body dragged back to my darkened crypt I tie you up, dope you up, then your blood I sip Your dope laced blood shows me new highs Bloodlust, druglust, Count Drugula arise Drugula Drugula Your dope laced blood shows me new highs Bloodlust, druglust, Count Drugula arise Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula (Count Drugula) Drugula

Do not befriend your food You're a monster and you need them for fuel Accident and error burn the future It's either my genius at leading or your genius at following This city is bad in bed And I can't live in a town that won't bang me to death I'm in an abusive relationship with me I'm not my close friend, more like a closer enemy You want pain, fame, suck 'em dry Popular opinion is just cosmetic Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic Who said you can only choose once? I'm not man, woman, lady, boy I'm 100% X I want to be the robot you can thrust Tomorrow is burning fueled by my rotten past Yes, I know who you are, but I just don't care I was young, naïve, and poisonous Now I'm experienced, determined, malicious Now talk or scream, I'm gonna love... this Too bad tin man You crushed the flower This is not infinity This is suburbia You want pain, fame, suck 'em dry Popular opinion is just cosmetic Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic You want pain, fame, suck 'em dry Popular opinion is just cosmetic Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic Hunter, gatherer, button pusher Hunter, gatherer, button pusher Hunter, gatherer, button pusher Hunter, gatherer Click click click You want pain, fame, suck 'em dry Popular opinion is just cosmetic Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic You want pain, fame, suck 'em dry Popular opinion is just cosmetic Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic Click click click

Yow Ridwaan Shatta dis enuh YGF Records Shatta Movement You know mi is ah man weh come fear nuh man From dem call Satan mi dey der Christianity ah mi use tear dem Mi ah one man weh nuh come fi fear dem Demma ball and nobody hear dem If ah nuh Cuban, Mexican Mi wan di gyal weh ah respek de man Show dem mi ting, Badman Technician If ah boom boom den badmind dem go down See di Shatta growing bigger, none ah mi ting dem ah lily Dema follow people like some likkle likkle pikin Anything we do dem ah go seh we never did it Real lyricist nuh go come di gidi Cud ah fall 'pon ground or inna oceans Call all di gyals weh dem love potions Dem seh we bleach, addi lotion Shout-outs to all my losers, congratulations Satanic, Satanic Sa Sa Satanic, Satanic Sa Sa Satanic Satanic Sa Sa Satanic, mek all ah dem ah panic Satanic, Satanic Sa Sa Satanic, Satanic Sa Sa Satanic Satanic Sa Sa Satanic, mek all ah dem ah panic