@murkplaya
@slashercult

LYRICS: 
UP TO THE CRIES IN THE ALLEYS AND THE GUTTERS,
WHILE MOMS PRAY HARD, TRYIN’ TO FEED THEIR YOUNG BROTHERS.
DREAMS FADE QUICK WHEN NO HOPE COMES AROUND,
THEY’RE TRYIN’ TO FIND LIGHT, BUT IT’S BURIED UNDERGROUND.

HOW ARE YOU FUCKERS SLEEPING
WHILE BLOOD IS SEEPING IN THE STREETS,
WHEN KIDS ARE FUCKING WEEPING
AND THEY CAN’T HIDE UNDER THE SHEETS?
HOW CAN YOU EVEN PUT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS TO BED,
KNOWING KIDS ARE SIPPING POISON
JUST TO QUIET ALL THE DREAD?

AND THE BLINDNESS IN THIS WORLD WILL BURN OUR NATIONS.
THIS CORRUPTION WAS NOT THE PLAN IN THIS WORLD OF CREATION.
BEING IN LOVE WITH WHO YOU WANT IS THE CAUSE OF DAMNATION
THE WORLD IS PLAGUED, AND PEOPLE ARE KILLED WITHOUT NEGOTIATION.

AND WHEN THE PEOPLE SPEAK, IT’S SILENCED WITH VIOLENCE AND HATRED,
’CAUSE WHEN WE’RE SHOUTING OUT THE TRUTH, THE BOYS IN BLUE START RAGING.
FUCK THEM, AND ALL THEIR OPINIONS AND VALUES THEY CALL “SACRED.”
“JESUS LOVES YOU,” BUT HE TORMENTS ALL THE FOLKS HE CREATED.

POISON FOR THE DREAD

@murkplaya
@slashercult

LYRICS:



ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKAS TALKING BOUT THIS BEING THAT YALL NEVER SEEN BEFORE
YALL FUCKERS TALK ALOT OF SHIT UNTIL YOURE BODY IS ON THE FLOOR
QUIT ACTING BIG U JUST A MEANIE WITH A GUN INSIDE YOUR DRAWER  
THIS IS WALKER MOTHERFUCKA ILL BE KNOCKING ON YOUR DOOR
THIS IS HELL AND I AINT TALKING ABOUT THE PLACE THATS IN THE BOOKS
IM JUST A MURDER MOTHAFUCKA THAT DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE HOOKS
CHECK IN THE MIRROR BITCH AND THINK ABOUT THAT WALKER MADE YOUR LOOKS
I STAND BEHIND THAT BLOODY BODY IN YOUR IMAGE MAKES YOU SHOOK

I DONT PLAY NICE MOTHAFUCKA IM THE FACE THAT YOU SEE IN YOUR DREAM
YOU WAKE UP JUST WHEN MY KNIFE IS BOUT TO MAKE YOU SCREAM
THATS A DREAM YOU DONT FORGET JUST BY MY SILOUETTE 
BURNED INTO YOUR DOME NOW WITH YOUR FAMILYS GOTTA CAUSE REGRET
IM FROM THE CRYPT WHERE EVIL MINDS ARE GONNA COME TOGETHER
WHERE CORPSES RISE AND NATURE DIES WITH SLASHER CULT FROM NETHER
I BEAR THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST NOW DONT TRY AND ACT CLEVER
I SEE MY FIGURE ON THE NEWS AND IM SAYING WHATEVER       
 
         
TRIPLE SIXES, BITCHES ON MY ASS FOR FUCKIN’ MURKIN’ YOU
I HEAR THE SIRENS SCREAMING, MOTHAFUCKA, WHATS WALKER GONNA DO 
COMING THRU THE ALLEYS WITH THE STEEL YOU AINT GOT A CLUE
WHO IS YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BUSSINESS OR YOU GONNA SCREW IT
UP HOE I GOT SOME FUCKIN’  BLOOD UP IN MY CUP
I GOT DEMONS IN MY HEAD TELLIN’ ME I AIN’T GOT ENOUGH
IM LIVING FOR THE KILL AND I AINT MAKIN THIS SHIT UP
COLD STEEL IS IN MY GRIP AND SHIT IS READY TO ERUPT 

IMA MAKE UR HEAD BANANA SPLIT EAT IT UP DONT GIVE A SHIT
TAKE A TRIP I DONT CARE HOW FAR U IS U LIKE MY DOG NOW IMA MAKE U SIT
ADMIT U BITCH U JUST A WIT WITH A STUPID SENSE OF HUMOR
UR NOT FUNNY MANE
CANNIBALISTIC ISSUES SLASHER MAN DONT NEED NO TISSUES
ILL INFUSE YOU CONFUSE YOU NOT EVEN YOUR FAMILYS GON MISS U
IM THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND SLASHER MAN IS IN YOUR HEAD
IF U SEE ME IN THE NIGHT URE GONNA STRESS UNTIL URE DEAD

WALKER

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