Who Cursed The Dirt?

[ACTIVATE SELF]

Genie? Jin! Genius? Sin!
All rolled inside those bpm's
There's poltergeist in demon skin
Who sold their lives to greedy men
Don't close your eyes when sleep begins
Cos Freddy's ready, Jeepers, Slim
Pennywise can sniff your scents
Then spin a web to eat you kids
Michael Myers, Jason Mask, Leatherface
Blades that hack and chainsaw rage
Then spraying baths of blood become
A day to bask inside a tub of brains detached
Let's trim the fat off roadside whores
Then feed them to the zombie hordes
Or pull the cord of life support
and send your poor niece to the morgue
and do it cos we're fuckin bored
I'll open doors where devils dwell
Then fling an orphan down a well
I bring misfortune. Ring a bell?
Demons, horsemen, Kings of Hell
All do my bidding - reading spells
The Reaper's cell is now unlocked
While Cinobites get out The Box.
I Love [the] Craft my ship is docked
Inside a swamp of Cthulhu's thoughts
Pocket dims where Lipstick lives
(Mid-century digs ) - Insidious
When Lilith's kiss takes your life
And turns you into Frankenstein
The living dead of ancient night
Will finally rise to take their brides
Don't be surprised to see the Pope
Swinging from a piece of rope
That choked the throat of Judas slow
Until it broke it's Brutal hold
around his neck to rest his soul
No exorcism could dispose
The pest inside of Emily Rose
An Omen known throughout the church
The Antichrist inherits Earth.

Dirt.