Voodoopunks:
The day two decades hence we came
it went to hell here straight away
you won’t stay sane if we explain
the vein of Lovecraft porn we face
A card we’d love to send
if not for discontent events
and most who came here are now dead
the rest of us still left lament
They come in waves, they take their due
They come for blood, they come for you
Read salutations, sordid tales
In postcard from Perdition Trail
Mary had three children and a
Husband and came willing with a
Head that’s full of heaven
And a hymnal on her lips
Her kids and husband buried
by the creatures ‘cept for Mary
Double barrels she now carries
wears their bones around her neck
Abandon hope and trust in steel
The hunt for you is at your heels
Read salutations, sordid tales
In postcard from Perdition Trail
Kyrie eleison through the dark of heaven’s door
Kyrie eleison in Elysium’s far shore
It’s a nightmare psychedelic
Where the creatures try to kill us
Twenty years of this we’ve weathered
We survivors we the few
We tried to send some back
but they just die and we’re attacked
We’ve prayed that one will come alas
there’s little else that we can do
