Metal Mother-Scissorfight

Wildfire at the discotheque At Sasquatch Carnage That's where the saucers wreck It makes no sound It makes no sound As it's stomping the ground In retreat Got you hauling As the heat Driven to mauling Eye wire trip to manifest Area haunted As the sky runs rapid black Blood red run Blood red run Of the phantom sun Feel the teeth Crush into skull Rotten helmet of meat You find yourself captured Yet ready to leave Knocked down Rotten Knocked out Rotten Out cold with the death lock taking hold High tide of the big grotesque That metal mother Descends to interject It makes no sound The flames get strange As it's touching down Feel the heat Rush into skull Rising retreat You find yourself captured Yet ready to leave