The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales

Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails

I try to roll off, my skin slowly tears away

My flesh is stuck to the bed as I begin my day

Walking out the house this morning, the sky is red

The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead

They're tryin' a die, they're leamping off a roof tops

They only scream in pain as their body flops

I rather stay inside my home and only pray to die

But my house has been on fire since like '85

I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke

But see you never die, you only burn and choke

And so I leave out the house, and walk the land

Wild pigs run and feed off the dying men

And look around you

There's bodies hanging from the trees

But they're not dying, they're only crying, "please!"

I hear the thunder in the sky so I run and hide

The Deli Raymay soon come down, you've got to get inside

The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, "yes!"

It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess

About once or twice a week

Though, with thunderstorms

That's when giant, heavy, red and black clouds form

It's raining blood, kidneys

And livers from the sky

Prepare, 'cause when you die

You're coming to the Killing Fields

"What shall they be? What shall they be?

When that fine moment comes."

"When the curtains are drawn

The windows are shut, doors closed, and

You've written

What you've written, you've said it, that's it!"

"What will they all be? What about it mister

When you've had you're last beer?

You've laughed at you're family

And laughed at you're little wife

She begs you not to go out to that bar

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back

To when I had a heartbeat, and how I would act

I would steal from the poor. I'd laugh at the sick

But in the killing fields, you'd get your fucking neck ripped!

So as I walk along I meet a lot of strange folks

Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats

And if they notice your eyeballs are working well

The try to dig them out your skull, and go for self

Now in the summertime, it's like a whole other realm

Water becomes fire, and oceans overwhelm

To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains

Try to run across the street, your hair will burst to flames

Victims in a panic run from the heat and light

Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes

Until the fire's gone this becomes your new land

But, there's no food so you feed off the other men

And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed

I chase a baby billy goat with a human's head

It's steady screamin' "lemme be, lemme be!"

But while I chase it there's another demon chasin' me

All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old

And still the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told

That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich

That choose to live like a bitch

I'll see you in the killing fields!

"You've had your big time in lust, sin, and filth!"

"What is it going to be when you realize the time is up?

You've crossed the finish line!

Going in the wrong direction."

(I'll see you in the killing fields)

"What shall they all be? What about it gentlemen?

When you've spent your life in a few years time?

Your a burned up shell at 25 years of age

What shall they all be?" What about it?

You can go to hell (hell)

What shall they all be?

You can go to hell (hell)

What shall they all be?

You can go to hell (hell)

What shall they all be?

You can go to hell (hell)

What shall they all be?

You can go to hell (hell)

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down

(You're coming to the killing fields!)

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down

(You're coming to the killing fields!)

Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down