Okay, This an Introduction, So this Function,
 The Button to Push Play, https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLD1nu0viDp88L7LVXoAqMXRR4bpQiYDtG Daniel FX Staal's The Button at the Black Door of Existence, https://vimeo.com/doomsdaybutton/spacelordinspiratus?share=copy (complete full movie) 
Full Album (2024) Space Lord Inspiratus, Monster Magnet and Black Sabbath Inspired Original with Some Cover Black Doors Rock, they creak and moan,
As Daniel FX Staal stands not alone.
In "Space Lord Inspiratus," his vision's uncurled,
Inspired by Monster Magnet and Sabbath’s dark world.

Clive Barker whispers, igniting the spark,
A Chat with The Master, lit up the dark.
Two weeks of frenzy, a burst of pure might,
Crafting a masterpiece, born from the night.

“Carpe Diem,” it echoes through the stars,
As five chapters unfold, no bars, no scars.
A cosmic rock opera, a tale so grand,
With a Netflix binge Show "Lost"as the guiding hand.

Holy Futt Buck 33 tracks in total, a saga’s deep breath,
The Space Lord Inspiratus, defying death.
The fifth of five, the story it seals,
With Black Sabbath’s fire, the cosmos it heals.

A journey begins in a galactic sea,
The Space Lord Motherfuckers roam wild and free.
Uncut and untamed, their saga’s rebirth,
In this new album, they conquer the Earth.

Now, Don't Forget To Like and Share this Rare Seed, so Live Long and Breed
and I I I, Have a Ego, Tell Me what You Think of it, Or Should I be Killed by a Smoke Monster Like, Mister Eko?
Be Blunt, Fair! Honest and Kind, and Hey Don't Push my Buttons, Be in Health and Have a Free Mind, Peace.

Star Trip Doom: Body Horror, Am I Sexist ? Lord Inspiratus: To Be an Ass, Daniel FX Staal

Blessed by Master Clive Barker. Full Complete Original Album (2024)

The Blackend Door Doomsday Button, Door Bell - A Rock Ballad Written By Daniel FX Staal

Harm In Art, Where Passions Collide, Daniel FX Staal

Blessed By The Master of Macabre, Clive Barker

An Introduction, To Push My Buttons To Play Written By Daniel FX Staal

Pin Head, Blue Head
Everybody Gone Bad
Situation, Transformation
Everybody Speculation
In the Nude, For the Views
Everybody's Not Good God 
Actor Replaced
Cling Cling, Chain Rad
Everybody's Gone Bad

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about Clive
All I wanna say is that
They Cut him short with a Knife

Beat Him, Hate Him
You can Never Break Him
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill ém
See him! Paint, Write Skills
Everybody do him
Kick Them, Damn ém
Don't you black or white ém

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about Clive
All I wanna say is that
They Cut him short with a Knife

Tell me what has become of His Life
He's Gifted, Writer, Fans that Love Him.
Maybe Gay, I Don't care, For Fok Sakes!
We Livin in 21st Century
I've seen Hellraiser to fulfill its prophecy...
Part 1 & 2 Are 'Best, Rest are Lost at Sea!

Pin head, Blue head
Everybody gone Bad
Pervertion, Barker's Frustration
Producers Calculation
How Rude, For the Loot
Everybody's Not Good God
Actor Lost
Cling Cling, Chain Sad
Everybody's gone Mad
Blue Man, Saw Fan
Throw Miramax in Jail, Man


All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about Clive
All I wanna say is that
They Cut him short with a Knife
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about Clive
All I wanna say is that
They Cut him short with a Knife

Clive Barker Song, Written & Executed By Daniel FX Staal

"The World Wants Originality, It May Not Think It Was It, But If You Have An Original Vision,
However Dark, However Forbidden The Imagery Is, I Think People Have an Appetite For It, So I Always
Say Get On With It and Do It"

Clive Barker

A Qoute By The Master Of Macabre, Clive Barker

Created By Daniel FX Staal, except Space Lord Mother Cover, The rest are all written by the Artist

Skindeep, Harm In Art Part 2 Written By Daniel FX Staal

Bio Electric Chemical Written By Daniel FX Staal

They Call Me Me Machine Gun Willy, Shot In The Nuts, Daniel FX Staal (2024) Heavy Rock

STD Position 69, This Is For The Hot Retarded Chick Written By Daniel FX Staal

Mad Rad, Not Sad, Be Glad Its A Mad Sex Rap Written By Daniel FX Staal

[Verse 1]
Who gives you the right to kill?
In whose name do you dare to will?
Not King Kong, no, not the beast,
It was Beauty that brought his peace, deceased.

Ding Dong, the bells, they ring,
For God and country, such hollow things.
Big pictures painted, bold and bright,
Yet the truth hides deep in the night.

[Rising rhythm, more intense guitar strumming]

Chorus:
King Kong, a puppet to gods,
Conquered the land with the faceless frauds.
Sealed with blood, the oath you bled,
But truth lies deep inside your head.

Still a slave to suits and ties,
Living your life wrapped up in lies.
What can you do? You say to me,
When truth's as sharp as a blade in a tree.

[brief instrumental interlude]

[Verse 2]
Made of stone, carved in wood,
Printed words never understood.
Cliché or not, you know it’s true,
Purpose, meaning—life’s debut.

"I think, I am," the echoes say,
But tomorrow’s a dream that slips away.
So seize this day, carpe diem,
Before the light becomes a dim museum.

[Rising tempo, percussion kicks in, the energy of the song builds]

Chorus:
King Kong, a puppet to gods,
Conquered the land with the faceless frauds.
Sealed with blood, the oath you bled,
But truth lies deep inside your head.

Still a slave to suits and ties,
Living your life wrapped up in lies.
What can you do? You say to me,
When truth’s as sharp as a blade in a tree.

[Instrumental solo – Acoustic guitar and soft drums, building suspense]

[Verse 3]
We’re born alone, die just the same,
In spite of love, it’s just a game.
Romance sold by magazine lies,
But look back and see, in the end, it’s all disguise.

Not lonely, no, not every day,
But alone, we walk the final way.
Respect yourself, let it be known,
True happiness comes from your heart alone.

[Transition to softer, reflective tone]

[Bridge]
Hunter spoke, "To be or not to be,"
But add a twist, be your art, that’s the key.
Books may teach, but wisdom’s found,
In silent moments, without a sound.

[Soft vocal harmonies join, the music slows, calming]

Chorus:
King Kong, a puppet to gods,
Conquered the land with the faceless frauds.
Sealed with blood, the oath you bled,
But truth lies deep inside your head.

Still a slave to suits and ties,
Living your life wrapped up in lies.
What can you do? You say to me,
When truth’s as sharp as a blade in a tree.

[Soft piano chords complement the fading guitar]

[Outro]
The answers you seek lie within,
Like prayers whispered on a gentle wind.
Even for those who never believe,
The truth’s a gift we all can receive.

[Final chords, fading into silence]

The Beast And The Truth  – An Acoustic Rock Ballad Written By Daniel FX Staal

Wig Wack, Who's Black
Not Adolf at the Spermbank
Its Arnold Swarzenegger, The Sperminator
Sayin, I'll Be Back, For more
No Mig Nagger, Its a Dick on Crack
Devito the Twin, singin
Jackety Jack, Don't come Back.
for a Sequel, Kittle Kittle

What's is this song, Little, Little about!
Don't say, its about  Giggle Giggle my Lil Dicky or Machine Gun Willy...
No! Not Again a Song, about Dicks, Dongs or lil Prickies.

Zig Zef, I am Pissed off, Lets talk about Hooters.
A,B,C or D cups, I like them all, Flip Flops, Bangin
Brabuster, Transparant See Throughs
Nip Nap, Sock and Squeeese, on da Nib Triple,
Whip Rap, and while ya on it, Tick Tack.
using ya fingers, Hit Tin Ten, ya Klid Wet

By Now, ya thinkin, WTF wut is da song Rappin Sexist,
But it could be worse, If ya bangin a [gong] Gang Bang,
Knock Knock, who's there at the Door
No its not a 1000 Dollar worth Ho. Ho Ho, a Ho!
But ya Mother and Father & the Inlaws
Shoutin, Sore and Hardcore
Can you two infidals, Keep the Pernu da perno, a Little Down for the Night

Sorry Mom and Dad, but rest a shore.
this is for another Ah Oh, Guiness Ahhh Oh  record score.
and your Daughter, Ahh Ooch wants More.

Will ya Willy gives us some grandkids
Ah Oh Sorry Dad, I am usin a Rubber on Tilly.
Ca Cheng, Bang Bang, I Came, I let it rain in Plastic.

Dad, Mom and the inlaws, Spastic. shoutin behind the door, 
NOW SHUT THE Fok up,  Ya Let us Parents, cryin & Weep, and now stop Fokkin!

The Sperminator Written By Daniel FX Staal

FOKKING XERO F.X. X. X. X. Written By Daniel FX Staal

Listen ? or watch https://youtu.be/-v_gCiog8vk

To Be Or Not To Be Butt Be An Ass Be As Yourself To Be, Butt Be as Your Art

Hair will fall, and skin will sag,
But what’s inside, man, that’s the flag.

[Chorus]
Row the boat, down the stream,
Life’s a dream, or so it seems,
Merry, merry, we all scream,
For love, for truth, for things unseen.
Row the boat, we keep it real,
Through cosmic dreams, that’s what we feel.

[Bridge]
I’m writing it down before it fades away,
The spark of time, like a fleeting flame,
A cosmic drama, a vision to grab,
Living life, oh, we’re never coming back.

Nuts to grab, balls to speak,
Gotta provoke the thoughts you seek,
Life’s not just a one-man show,
It’s a wild ride, you never know.

[Solo]

[Verse 3]
A revelation, an epiphany,
Life, sex, death, and philosophy,
I’m the dreamer in this cosmic dance,
Wrestling with fate, taking my chance.
John Doe, anonymous, poetic and raw,
No ego, no sin, breaking the law.

Who am I? Don’t you know?
I’m just a man, still in the flow.

[Chorus]
Row the boat, down the stream,
Life’s a dream, or so it seems,
Merry, merry, we all scream,
For love, for truth, for things unseen.
Row the boat, we keep it real,
Through cosmic dreams, that’s what we feel.

"Flay the Flesh [Skindeep Madness]"
Rock Ballad with Gore and Brutality
[Verse 1]
Beauty’s only skin-deep, ripped right from the bone,
A mask of flesh, you’re never alone.
Plucked from the pit, I’m the demon in your dreams,
Where 3D bodies melt, and silent screams.

Flay, flay, flay the flesh, tear it all away,
Life’s a butcher’s game, yeah, rotting every day.

[Chorus]
Flay the flesh, wear the scream,
Life’s a nightmare, or so it seems,
Bloody, bloody, we all cry,
For pain, for hate, for ways to die.
Flay the flesh, it’s all surreal,
Through gory dreams, that’s what we feel.

[Verse 2]
Let me slice through the ego you crave,
It’s only meat, rotting in the grave.
I dig beauty in bodies that bleed,
But the truth? It’s the pain you need.
Tear the face, the wisdom dies,
In the end, it’s nothing but lies.

Skin will rip, and bones will break,
But inside, it’s all pain you’ll take.

[Chorus]
Flay the flesh, wear the scream,
Life’s a nightmare, or so it seems,
Bloody, bloody, we all cry,
For pain, for hate, for ways to die.
Flay the flesh, it’s all surreal,
Through gory dreams, that’s what we feel.

[Bridge]
I’m carving you open, let it spill away,
The spark of life, dripping in decay.
A gory horror, a vision to stab,
Living’s a curse, you’ll never grab.

Nails to scrape, bones to shatter,
Beauty rots, it doesn’t matter.
Life’s a freak show, guts and gore,
You think it’s deep? Here’s a little more:

[Solo]
(Violent, chaotic guitars with shrieking distortion)

[Verse 3]
Rip the skin, like Hellraiser’s grin,
Screaming Mad George would paint this sin.
Life is mangled, ripped apart,
Flesh and soul? That’s just the start.
I’m the monster, you’re the prey,
Flayed alive, day by day.

Who am I? Doesn’t matter, man,
Just meat for the grinder, I’m all that I am.

[Chorus]
Flay the flesh, wear the scream,
Life’s a nightmare, or so it seems,
Bloody, bloody, we all cry,
For pain, for hate, for ways to die.
Flay the flesh, it’s all surreal,
Through gory dreams, that’s what we feel.

[Outro]
Tear your heart, your face, your soul,
Nothing matters, no control.
In the end, we’re all decayed,
Through blood and bone, the price is paid.

Flay, flay, flay the flesh...
Life’s a butcher’s scream...

Flay The Flesh Of A Dream, Or Is Life Just A Dream

"Beast in a Suit"
[Violent Absurd Rock Ballad]

[Verse 1]
Who gave you the right to spill?
Whose blood you sipping for your cheap thrill?
King Kong’s a joke, yeah, just a fling,
Beauty snapped his neck with a diamond ring.
Ding dong, God’s dead—here’s the news,
Country’s drunk on blood and booze.
King Kong, made of plastic and bone,
Conquered the country with a megaphone.

[Pre-Chorus]
The ugly truth, splattered in red,
Signed the oath, then shot it dead.
You’re a slave in a suit, a puppet of greed,
Living a lie while you bleed, bleed, bleed!

[Chorus]
Dance with the Beast, rip out your spine,
Grind it up, serve it with wine.
Drown in a world soaked in gore,
The knife's your friend, but you’re begging for more!
Carpe Diem—yeah, seize the joke,
But in the end, you all just choke.
Born alone, die in style,
The Beast in a suit kills with a smile!

[Verse 2]
You ask me what the hell’s the score?
Your words drip like guts on the floor.
Sharp as razors, but they won’t heal,
Carved in stone, but they don’t feel.
Clichés hit like chainsaws to flesh,
Nothing’s original, just more mess.
You think you’re free, but your leash is tight,
Tomorrow’s a hangman laughing in the night.

[Pre-Chorus]
The Beast inside eats your dreams,
Feasting on your silent screams.
But you keep smiling, through the pain,
As the Beast plays chess with your brain.

[Chorus]
Dance with the Beast, tear out your spine,
Grind it up, serve it with wine.
Drown in a world soaked in gore,
The knife's your friend, but you’re begging for more!
Carpe Diem—yeah, seize the joke,
But in the end, you all just choke.
Born alone, die in style,
The Beast in a suit kills with a smile!

[Bridge]
You’re alone in a crowd, dressed to the nines,
But your insides are tangled in fishing lines.
The Beast plays poker with your liver and heart,
He’s betting your soul, he’s tearing you apart.
True romance? Yeah, that's a farce,
The Beast just farted, and called it "art."
Friends are ghosts, lovers are pests,
The Beast's making balloon animals from your chest.

[Chorus]
Dance with the Beast, rip out your spine,
Grind it up, serve it with wine.
Drown in a world soaked in gore,
The knife's your friend, but you’re begging for more!
Carpe Diem—yeah, seize the joke,
But in the end, you all just choke.
Born alone, die in style,
The Beast in a suit kills with a smile!

[Outro]
Rip out your tongue, serve it on toast,
The Beast will eat it and raise a toast.
To flesh and bone, to blood and guts,
To every poor fool stuck in these ruts.
Carpe Diem? Seize the hour?
You’re just another snack in the Beast’s power.
Born alone, die in screams,
The Beast in a suit plays with your dreams.
[outro]

who gives you the right to kill, in the name of whom, the king kong, no it was Beauty who killed 
the beast, Ding Dong God and country, all those things is a big picture of things known as unknown how silly if you ask me because you King Kong made of gods and conquered the country, yes that's why

The Beast In A Suit Kills with a Smile, Written by: Daniel FX Staal

"Hellspawn Warlord"

[Verse 1]
Hellspawn Warlord, you cosmic piece of trash,
I’ve been trapped in your wallet, marinating in ash.
When I don’t get my gore fix, I break skulls for fun,
Your minions beg for mercy, but I just need one.

So grease up your demons, it’s time for the feast,
I’ll carve their names in blood and call it "Art of the Beast."
Oh yeah, sharpen up the scalpels, polish up the chains,
I’m slicing up your sanity, like it’s Sunday in my brain.

Say it now... Hellspawn Warlord! Motherfucker!

[Verse 2]
There’s a car in the field, but the driver's on fire,
Roasted up crispy, but the seatbelt’s still tighter!
There’s two doors to choose from, but one’s laced with doom,
And inside the other is just a haunted vacuum.

You’ve been drinking my bile while I’m feeding on your fears,
I’ll peel off your skin and wear it for years.
Yeah, I’ll knit a sweater from your tendons and bones,
Wear it to your funeral—rock the catacombs!

And you’ll scream... Hellspawn Warlord! Motherfucker!

[Chorus]
I left my throne, a galaxy away,
I drink from your soul, sip your tears every day.
Now give me the power to split your mind in two,
I ate all the angels, now I’m snacking on you!

[Verse 3]
I milk my nightmares like a cow full of dread,
Tying balloons made of guts to a severed head.
I’ll stroke your cortex with a rusty old nail,
And laugh when your brain leaks out like a snail.

You’re squeezed out in hell-drive, choked on the hate,
I’ll spread your guts like butter on Satan’s plate.
Your bones? I’ll use ‘em to build a xylophone,
Play a tune called "Screams, and How I Made You Groan."

Sing it now... Hellspawn Warlord! Motherfucker!

[Bridge]
Tumors in my throat, and knives for hands,
I’ll drag your soul to the Abyss and make crazy demands!
"I need ten pounds of flesh, and a gallon of fear!"
Oh, don’t worry, kid, your death is near.

I’ll rip out your teeth, string them up like beads,
Use your intestines to plant evil seeds.
Your lungs as balloons, floating up to the moon,
While I laugh and play organ tunes of your doom.

[Chorus]
I left my throne, ten billion miles away,
I drink from your soul while your mind decays.
Now give me the strength to smash the universe in two,
I ate all your gods, now I’m coming for you!

[Verse 4]
Oh, but sleep, my darling, in that coffin so tight,
Tuck yourself in, while I turn off the light.
The worms will tuck you in, they’re eager for the feast,
Your body’s the buffet for my pets—least to least.

What do I do with your pathetic little mind?
Maybe juggle your eyeballs while I’m killing some time.
Your heart’s a drum, your bones are a prize,
Oh don’t act surprised, I’m just full of goodbyes.

[Dark Humor Break]
Pathetic little hypocrite, you’re crying like a clown,
Your head’s spinning ‘round like it’s about to fall down!
Oh, I’m sorry, am I cutting into your plans?
Guess you’ll have to reschedule when I’m done with these hands!

[Chorus]
I left my throne, a billion deaths away,
I drink from your fear, and swim in decay.
Now give me the strength to break the stars in two,
I swallowed the cosmos—now I’m swallowing you!

[Final Outro]
It’s doomsday, it’s doomsday, the sky’s turning red,
I’m force-feeding tumors till you choke on the dead.
I’ll tuck you in, I’ll sing you a song,
While your entrails unravel like noodles, long and strong.

Every drop of blood turns your gold to rust,
I’ll feast on your essence till your bones are dust.
And just when you think it couldn’t get worse,
I’ll whisper in your ear—"Oh baby, that’s my curse!"

Hellspawn Warlord... Motherfucker!
Hellspawn Warlord... Motherfucker!
Hellspawn Warlord... Motherfucker!
Hellspawn Warlord... Motherfucker!
Hellspawn Warlord... Motherfucker! [outro]

Hellspawn Warlord, Written By Daniel FX Staal

I got such sights to show you.
You know the flames consume the light
Welcome to Hell’s five-star delight
Tried to run but lost my head
Tried to hide, but now I’m dead

Break on through, where Cenobites feast
Break on through, to the hooks and beasts
Break on through, Pinhead’s release

We played with chains, we danced in gore
Watched our bodies hit the floor
But do you still recall the thrill?
When we laughed while getting killed?

Break on through, where the demons grin
Break on through, where the pain begins
Break on through to the Hellraiser spin

Everybody loves their torment
Everybody loves their bloodshed
We get high on screams and bone
Guess this is our twisted home

I found a puzzle box of lies
A maze where every victim dies
Chains that tear you, hooks that fly
Let’s give suffering a try

Tear My Soul Apart
Do It Hardcore with Gore
Do It Fast, Harder than I Fart.
Pin My skin to the wall
I Know You Demon, You done it all

Come to Daddy, You Thirsty Kirsty


Break on through to the Cenobite show
Break on through, where the entrails flow
Break on through, Pinhead’s got control

In the dark, week by week
Skinned alive, can’t even speak
Day by day, hour by hour
Every scream tastes a bit more sour

The gate is straight, the chains are tight
Welcome to Hell, enjoy the fight
Break on through to the nails and chains
Break on through to the endless pain
Break on through, your soul is stained
Break on through, where madness reigns

Aaaaargh! Jesus wept hahahahahaha

Breaking Through The Chains   Hellraiser Torture, Pinheads Singing, Written By Daniel FX Staal

https://youtu.be/gIMt-0eut34?si=tQ25ZuhTefq4jai3 The Video
Welcome to the nightmare, a circus of dread,
Where life’s a joke and death’s well-fed.
Philosophers squabble, gods take bets,
While John Doe’s lost, no name, no debts.
Justice served with a purple laugh,
A dildo swings—oh, cut me in half!
Existence bends, reality cracks,
I’m just a man, but who’s watching my back?

[Pre-Chorus]
No ego, no face, no sin on display,
I’m guilty as hell, but hey, who’s to say?
You’re the dream, the nightmare, the punchline cruel,
And I’m the clown in your twisted school.

[Chorus]
Who’s dreaming the dream in this funhouse of screams?
I’m the bad guy, the freak, or so it seems.
I peel your skin, tear out your flesh,
Then I’m gonna crush your bones to ash!
Call me Dan, the bastard of steel,
Not a hero, just a cheap-ass deal!
I’m the ugly, the foul, a face that kills,
Kicking deadites for thrills and chills!
I am God-Damned Daniel Fucking FX Staal.
The Lord of perception! Hell Heart

[Verse 2]
I don’t hail kings, don’t kiss their thrones,
Just spit in their face and break their bones.
No more baby talk, no royal games,
I’ll dance on their graves, spit out their names.
I kneel for nature, the beast, the bite,
With science as cruel as electric light.
Sherlock couldn’t solve this mess,
I’ll crack skulls just to relieve the stress.

[Pre-Chorus]
No ego, no guilt, just flesh and bone,
A dream inside a dream, all alone.
Philosophy laughs, while the dead rise again,
And I’m the one playing with the chainsaw, my friend.

[Chorus]
Who’s dreaming the dream in this slaughterhouse scene?
I’m the bad guy, the monster, so obscene.
I peel your skin, tear out your flesh,
Then I’m gonna crush your bones to ash!
Steel-heart Dan, but I’m rusting inside,
Not Superman, just along for the ride!
I’m the ugly, the cursed, the terror they dread,
Fighting deadites with a severed head!

[Bridge]
To be or not to be? What a joke to tell—
When bioelectric storms light the way to hell.
Give me sugar, baby, feed me lies,
I’ll feast on the truth with bloodshot eyes.
I’m the lover of wisdom, or just plain insane,
Dancing in the fire, immune to the pain.

[Chorus]
Who’s dreaming the dream in this madhouse gleam?
I’m the villain, the freak in a sick, sick scene.
I peel your skin, tear out your flesh,
Then I’m gonna crush your bones to ash!
Call me Dan, steel heart, but breaking bad,
Not a savior, just some psycho lad!
I’m the ugly, the twisted, the joke gone wrong,
Kicking deadites all night long!
I am God-Damned Daniel Fucking FX Staal.
The Lord of perception! Hell Heart
Ying and Yang Baby, Come get some

[Outro]
No more kings, no more crowns,
Let ‘em choke on their royal frowns.
Nature’s laughing, science roars,
While we kick down the devil’s doors.

 [Spoken]
"And if you’re still wondering... yeah, it’s all a dream. But don’t worry, baby—this dream bites back." [outro] I am Daniel Fucking FX Staal. God of Mock, tell Me? Do I rock? Hard Banging your Skull, Smash, Smash, Brains Spattered,  You should fuck, While it rocks...Out Peace!
The Lord of perception! Hell Heart

no alias not a handsome Clark Kent but named Dan, a simple conducted sherlock clever man I'm like Ash, From Evil Dead rocking
mother f*ck but not good looking chomp, I am bad ugly ass but with a double T,  I'm kicking ass f*cking killing deadites
but again with a double T I do not hail the king baby to a royal hiny ass licking King no more baby I kneel for nature let that aye Eye and I your ass to be your king, May nature with all knowing science and you to be a philosopher May that for us be without within a Philosophers meaning lover of wisdom give me of sugar baby to be or not to be that is the question one of many truth of imagination bio electric chemical
slow blues riff, doom metal, punk, grim reaper vocals

Daniel FX Staal Theme, This Rocks Like Alice Coopers Goes ACDC Style

Play With Speeds: Level 6 Perversion of Horror, Written, Music Art and Animations by Daniel FX Staal (c) 2024 This Video is the Ultimate, Blood Bath... in Paradise.
with uncle Lloyd's Troma's Monster Cocks, go rock it. Troma Monster Cocks yeah I said it.
In Hell, Let's get your Lawn moyer pumped up. Slice and Dice.
and get it drilled, rip those woke shitheads of those whom cancel culture, Let's get your Lawn Moyer, or perhaps your Chainsaw.
and Skin those Retar-ted faces, clean off, if you do that, I bet you get a Medal.
Hey I spelled retarded wrong, what's wrong with me.
so rock it, Let get Nasty, and hail to my Kings of ultimate Horror.
and rip a spine, unplug some tongues like a columbian neck tie.
chop of some legs, some arms, pull out some nails.
if those fokkers are large, Thick and Greasy, Let's eat them alive.
Those Woke  eyeballs are delicious, Dip it in some ketchup or some Mayonaise.
we are doing the Gorezone polonaise.
with uncle Lloyd's Troma's Monster Cocks, go rock it. Troma Monster Cocks yeah I said it.
and so you see this video to get the groove of ultra violence.
it might get you hungry, becuz it looks like pizza or lasagne.
it is created by horror artist Daniel FX Staal
it is a Carnal Cathedral Artwork, the sickest in his Kind, a Perverse 32 K! Lang D I C K of Flesh and Boner Bones, Mister Spock
it is tributing some of the finest body horror.
 Like Tromeo and Juliet, Bad Taste, Poultry Geist, Night of the Chicken Dead.
and yes Brain Dead, why, To Fok those who are Brainwashed.
I am getting into the groove, to Rock it.
I got two monstercocks for you, to eat your unborn baby.
hail to the king, me maybe
rock it
monster cocking, fucking, eating pussy, litterly
I start my rebelion today, I gonna be like dexter.
throw the disected bodies in the Bay 
for the alligators to play.
I'm going to have fun, in the vain way.
Like Frank Sings it, Yeah Baby I'm Gonna do it My way.
with uncle Lloyd's Troma's Monster Cocks, go rock it. Troma Monster Cocks yeah I said it.