Paroles de Flesh Candy

Creepy Cart Squeaky Wheels Dangling Horror Frightened Squeals Rusted Blades Hatchets Knives Cruel Scissors Fear Arrives Around The Corner He Comes with his Wares Reciting Twisted Poetry with an Evil Glare Darkness Gathered 'Round Him Terror From His Lips Get Too Close You'll Lose your Fingertips Through the Gate you blindly pass This Pleasure Visit could be your last Little Men and Whirling Blades Pain or Death for those who stray Dawn the Hatch to Burn and Melt Bloated Purple Busted Belt Flung to Pieces Shrunken Down Up the Pipe Boiler Bound