Well known as the doctor of pain Uses no anesthesia Nobody knows his real name He's a dark messiah
Black silence creeping in Moon is rising, your soul is drfiting He'll gring your brain to paste Illusion standing is a waste
Slicing your skin Cooking a feast Lifeline is thin Behind a cozy cliff, stands Doctor Trip
Prolific piece of mind He stalks around your house Bloody eyes, don't look for light Trapping you like a mouse
The monster lies beneath Your fatal day arrive Once on his way, you'll be gripped He skins people alive
Meet the evil embalmer Smiling emptily Meet your midnight slasher Drink away your misery
Time has come be sure you're set Trip will take your finest dreams Time has come for a last breath Nowhere to run, now all is mean
Feeling more and more pain Praying for eternal peace Praying to finally fall asleep Sick eyes rolls in his skull Now close your mind as he carves you up And then, hang you for displayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
