Night of the Demons Page #3

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Oh, insecurity.

Oh! And the guy can f***.

I want details.

I'll give you details.

Let me find the bathroom first.

- Okay.

- Okay.

# Middle of the night, so silently #

# I creep on over to the mortuary #

# Lift up the casket

and fiddle with the dead #

# Their cold, blue flesh

makes me turn erect #

# Do what I want,

and they don't complain #

# I wanna f*** #

# I wanna f*** the dead #

Oh. Sorry.

Suzanne!

Oh, my God!

What's the matter?

Angela set something up

in the bathroom.

It scared the sh*t out of me.

What?

Come here.

What?

The mirror was broken.

A hand came out of it at me.

It's... it's got to be a trick.

There's got to be a motion sensor

or something somewhere.

The glass isn't even cracked.

- Come on. Let's go get some drinks.

- Okay.

Come on!

Okay.

# Bring about the time

when we shall arise #

# Now #

# Legions of the damned #

Hey, b*tches!

Ready for a wild Halloween?!

Yeah, only sick bastards like you

would come to a place like this.

It's home to everything dark

and twisted in the human soul.

There's a reason no one's been able

to live here in over 50 years.

Now, you f***ers know the legend

of Evangeline Broussard, don't you?

Well, how's this for a sick twist?

This b*tch invited over

the love of her life

and some friends

for dinner one Halloween.

Next thing you know,

lover boy and his friends

were never heard from again.

Now, that's what I'm talking about!

We are gonna start a whole

new chapter of debauchery

here at Broussard house.

And I want you to honor

Evangeline and her dark soul.

I want you drinking.

I want you dancing,

and I want you f***ing!

I want you doing everything hidden

so deep inside your subconscious

that you don't even know

you want to do them.

Let it all out!

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed,

gimmie, gimmie, hell yeah #

# Open your eyes,

sweet Mary Jane #

# Take a look around #

# You're miles away from anyone #

# And no one can hear a sound #

# Now you're knock, knock,

knocking on heaven's door #

# While you're chained

to a dirty floor #

# Your sunshine

just got lowered into #

# Into an early grave #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed,

gimmie, gimmie, hell yeah #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed #

# Oh, yeah #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed,

gimmie, gimmie, hell yeah #

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed #

# Oh, yeah #

# Yeah, blood is red,

sweet Mary Jane #

# And you know it's true #

# It's dripping

from your body now and #

# And it's filling up this room #

# And you're scream, scream,

screaming #

# But no one hears a thing

'cause you're locked away #

# Your sunshine

just got lowered into #

Hans, double shot

for me and the lady.

# Gimmie, gimmie bloodshed,

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