Night falls and Creepsylvanians everywhere switch on their tele-screens in hopes of indulging in an evening of state-sanctioned inanity. When the screens flicker to life the viewers are greeted by a pulsing eyeball and a ghostly tone that threatens to crack their very brains. Back in the catacombs, Dissector tells Samedi of the whereabouts of the crystal skull, and they set out for the palace...
Transmission Zero
Expanding lumps of torpid flesh Spittle pooling on their chests The Mezmetron is energized And their nervous systems slow A seizure grips the ganglia As their frontal lobes explode Tune in next week and you're sure to know Zero
Teeth are set in rictus grins No sign of mental life within Draining the brains of the automatons The fuses fail to blow Rerouting the encryptions But the glitch cannot be slowed Tune in next week and you're sure to know Zero
Basking in the telescreens Their eyeballs pulse and glow Bulging from their sockets As the hunger starts to grow Tune in next week and you're sure to know ZeroTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
