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Dethklok
Rising with angst from the depths of Hell.
With gruesome looks and most putrid smell.
They walk to the beat of a double-bass drum.
With festering wounds from the guitars they strum.
Sent to spread havok by the most evil Devil.
In the form of bone crushing, brutal Death Metal.
The music begins and your skin starts to peel.
Ripping and burning till' you no longer feel.
As your head explodes they strike a grin.
The breakdown starts and sucks you in.
You now are a robot to the Devils machine.
You can be evil, or dead, there's no in-between.
You fall to your knees, they cannot be stopped!
HAIL! The all powerful, immortal, DETHKLOK.
Literature
How Drunk am Yous?
'Liquor. It was a powerful force.' Thought Skwisgaar, idly, watching his bandmates drink. He kept focusing on Toki in particular. Slumping low on his stool, laughing drunkenly, threatening to fall right on his head.
The kid had been drinking a lot lately. Skwisgaar, being a big supporter of the "No interfering" code Nathan had set upon the formation of Dethklok, didn't particularly care but it was strange. Maybe it was, like Nathan had said to the rest as they watched Toki unconscious against the shower wall, "All that weird shit he’s been going through kinda coming back to him".
Well whatever was wrong with him, Skwisgaar found it cur
Literature
Psychosocial - Slipknot
Title: Psychosocial
Artist: Slipknot
CD: All Hope Is Gone
[Verse 1]
I did my time and I want out
So effusive - Fade - It doesn't cut
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning - The sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts - Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in - getting smaller again
I'm Done! It has begun - I'm not the only one!
[Chorus]
And the rain will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no one else can see.
The preservation of the martyr in me.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial, Psychosocial.
Psychosocial, Psychosocial,
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