1. Fishtales

Alberts kitchen was used for his gallery
Where young kids would end up in his belly
He ate kids like a fish would eat plankton
With a spiked paddle Fish liked to spank them

Shiver me timbers terrible old man
Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land
Ahoy there mateys believe if you can
Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man

Albert fished in a lot of towns
Hooking young kids all around
He caught them with lures and bait
Fish cleaned and cooked the kids he ate

Shiver me timbers terrible old man
Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land
Ahoy there mateys believe if you can
Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man

2. Behind The Wall Of Sleep

Precious cups within the flower
Deadly petals with strange power
Faces shine a deadly smile
Back up on you at your trial
Chill and numbs from head to toe
Icy sun with frosty glow
Why'd you go reaching your sorrow?
Why'd you go read no tomorrow
Feel your spirit rise with the priest
Feel your body falling to its knees
Take your walk of remorse
Take your body to a corpse
Take your body to a corpse
Take your body to a corpse
If you want all remorse
Take your body to a corpse
Now from darkness, there springs light
Wall of Sleep is cold and bright
Wall of Sleep is lying broken
Sun shines in, you are awoken

3. Slaughter Thy Poser

Slaughter thy poser I'm thrashing him down.
Thrashing him into the ground.
Slamming our sledges down on their heads.
All posers soon will be dead.
Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain.
Carving our way to their brains.
Inflicting our vengeance, their makeup's' now blood.
Feeding our dogs with their remains.
Torturing them with our weapons of pain.
All of their blood we will drain.
A swing of our axe and off comes his head.
All of the posers are dead.
His head in a vice, it would be very nice.
All posers will die by our hands.
We'll rip out their hair and burn out their eyes.
All of their blood we demand.
Slaughter thy poser I'm cracking his face
I'll shatter his skull with my mace
Plunging our ice picks into their eyes
All of the posers will die
Slaughter thy poser I laugh as he begs
I'll saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot
You poser, you cannot escape
Your head I will crush like a grape.

4. Freeze Dried Man

Jeffrey Dahmer wanted a freeze-dried man
So he could do things he enjoyed again and again
Jeff said he'd fondle, rub, and lay with his freeze dried man
And pose him for pictures if flexible, with his polaroid in hand

Jeffrey had a plan
To freeze dry a man
But the device was thirty grand
So the thought was quickly canned

He went to the taxidermist to enquire on how to freeze dry a man
He told the man it was for a rabbit, but that was just a lie
Instead Jeffrey wanted to freeze dry a man
But the device was thirty grand, So the thought was quickly canned

Jeffrey had a plan
To freeze dry a man
But the device was thirty grand
So the thought was quickly canned