<COLLECTIVELY ILL> Haunted Streets
Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 1:17 am
First Verse - Illaborate (First cop on the scene)
Like whiplash, received the call from dispatch/
Spilled my coffee on my lap, FUCK! Grab the cup and ditch that//
Put my cruiser in drive, hit the sirens and gas/
The night is pitch black, violence hides like silhouettes as I zip past//
On my path, I saw a fist match, had to forget that/
crime scene is locked on my map, its a place I gotta get fast//
Navigation took me right to the spot, I turned the car off/
Got out and my heart nearly stopped... my god//
The victim in front of me was spillin blood on the sidewalk/
This type of shit weighs heavy on my heart//
I found the room that made the call and found a buncha people dead/
It was just then, I decided to make a call to my friend//
Something strange is going on I think you should head on down and take a look.
Second Verse - Orfadox (Forensic Examiner)
Still Cant Beleive What Im Witnessing Right Here,Seems To Me That Im Probably Trapped Ina Nightmare
So I Close My Eyes,Open But This Shits Still Right There,Try To Divert My Eyes But I Cant Help But Stare
Mind Racing,Pacing Over The Same Spots,Theres Gotta Be Something Im Missing,I Just Dont Know What
Trying To Find Some Little Clue,Anything He Might Have Dropped,Retracing Each Step Until Finally I Stop
Lean Closer To Inspect,Each Of These Bodys Have Been Branded,Intrigued Cant Move From Where Im Standing
They Were Also Dropped And This Is Where They Landed,Necks Broken,Looks More Like They Slanting
Throats Slashed,Every Wall Has Been Splashed With Blood,Looks Like A Massacre I Knew It Would
When I Got The Call "Something Strange Is Going On I Think You Should Head On Down And Take A Look"
Got Here And Bodys Laying Everywhere,Faces Of Pure Terror Could Tell By Looking They Were Scared
So I Comb Over Everything Thing But Nothing Is There,No Clues Not Even One Single Fucking Hair
My Minds Dazed,Feeling Utterly Confused,Who Did This? Damn Man I Wish I Could Find Out
But Other Than The Imprint On There Chest,And Unless We Guess,We'll Never Know What Happend After Lights Out
Third verse - Murk McNasty (Witness)
It instantly started flarin up, people runnin around crazy, mass hysteria/
Shouting and crying while people were flyin down the halls, some just scared to budge/
I couldnt move, only watch, shock had hit me like an electrical storm/
This savage fuck wanted only blood, and now it seems he was beggin for more/
I was sittin on my ass in class, fuckin with Illestlyrics.com on the phone/
When one of our students' souls unpredictably got robbed from its home/
He started moving distorted, shaking like the bone a pit grips in its teeth/
At that point, the point our teacher was trying to point out about division was weak/
Kids jumped up and screamed, he grabbed a girl first and ripped her throat out/
I didnt know what had come over him, but shit, I know now/
Like movies had come true, and the stories my father told as a pastor/
A demon had possesed that boy, then began turning the class into disaster/
Fourth verse - Kau the Lion (The kid being possessed)
When it comes to plain I take the cake. My name is Joe Smith.
I never dress outlandishly, not the type of face you’d notice.
I'm not too stupid, not too smart, of average weight and fitness.
And just like any kid my age, school's the bane of my existence.
I’m sitting bored in math class, tasked with problems and equations.
Thinking I would sell my soul for responsive relocation.
They say be careful what you wish, lest you regret your decision.
A lesson I would learn first hand while shirking long division.
I could feel the heat inside me rising as my hands started to tremble.
Reaching for the throat a classmate is the last part I remember.
Now the only feeling left was the void of being heartless.
The screams of all my peers following me into the darkness...
Fifth verse- Intrinsic Cadence (The demon)
“Blood must flood!” I scream from the top of my lungs, speakin' tongues, as I lunge for her throat
I have come for their souls, cuz I lust to know Satan, so I must emaciate their faces and let the blood flow.
I slash so her gash gushes just enough to render her placid, then with rapid action I attack the rest of the class,
I act fast so they can't run from the wrath of this massacre, I'm unleashed like a three-headed beast of Lucifer.
Then I grasp their skulls and rip the scalps from them all, and brandish a 666 on the brains now exposed,
I've affixed three sixes cuz this is a prerequisite of the ritual, then I listen close to hear the Devil's wish disclosed.
He revels in the gift he beholds, and with an evil grin picks up the scalps juxtaposed to the pile of corpse kids,
his voice blends with the shrill shrieks of a thousand generations as he says, “You have done well, my hell's kin.”
I kneel to him, with his pitchfork he knights me for my sins, and invites me to descend to the haven where he lives,
I savor in this favor that he gives, so I exit from the body I'm within, and follow his lead into the infernal fire pits.
Joe Smith awakens, clothes all stained crimson, and with a vacant stare he sees his dream wasn't a fiction.
He'd been forsaken, he wished he was a victim not the catalyst of a viciousness more ancient than the earth's rotation.
With a burst of fear he lurches towards the door to run from here, but he slips and slams his head on the calendar on the wall
October 31st is the last thing he sees before he falls.............................
Like whiplash, received the call from dispatch/
Spilled my coffee on my lap, FUCK! Grab the cup and ditch that//
Put my cruiser in drive, hit the sirens and gas/
The night is pitch black, violence hides like silhouettes as I zip past//
On my path, I saw a fist match, had to forget that/
crime scene is locked on my map, its a place I gotta get fast//
Navigation took me right to the spot, I turned the car off/
Got out and my heart nearly stopped... my god//
The victim in front of me was spillin blood on the sidewalk/
This type of shit weighs heavy on my heart//
I found the room that made the call and found a buncha people dead/
It was just then, I decided to make a call to my friend//
Something strange is going on I think you should head on down and take a look.
Second Verse - Orfadox (Forensic Examiner)
Still Cant Beleive What Im Witnessing Right Here,Seems To Me That Im Probably Trapped Ina Nightmare
So I Close My Eyes,Open But This Shits Still Right There,Try To Divert My Eyes But I Cant Help But Stare
Mind Racing,Pacing Over The Same Spots,Theres Gotta Be Something Im Missing,I Just Dont Know What
Trying To Find Some Little Clue,Anything He Might Have Dropped,Retracing Each Step Until Finally I Stop
Lean Closer To Inspect,Each Of These Bodys Have Been Branded,Intrigued Cant Move From Where Im Standing
They Were Also Dropped And This Is Where They Landed,Necks Broken,Looks More Like They Slanting
Throats Slashed,Every Wall Has Been Splashed With Blood,Looks Like A Massacre I Knew It Would
When I Got The Call "Something Strange Is Going On I Think You Should Head On Down And Take A Look"
Got Here And Bodys Laying Everywhere,Faces Of Pure Terror Could Tell By Looking They Were Scared
So I Comb Over Everything Thing But Nothing Is There,No Clues Not Even One Single Fucking Hair
My Minds Dazed,Feeling Utterly Confused,Who Did This? Damn Man I Wish I Could Find Out
But Other Than The Imprint On There Chest,And Unless We Guess,We'll Never Know What Happend After Lights Out
Third verse - Murk McNasty (Witness)
It instantly started flarin up, people runnin around crazy, mass hysteria/
Shouting and crying while people were flyin down the halls, some just scared to budge/
I couldnt move, only watch, shock had hit me like an electrical storm/
This savage fuck wanted only blood, and now it seems he was beggin for more/
I was sittin on my ass in class, fuckin with Illestlyrics.com on the phone/
When one of our students' souls unpredictably got robbed from its home/
He started moving distorted, shaking like the bone a pit grips in its teeth/
At that point, the point our teacher was trying to point out about division was weak/
Kids jumped up and screamed, he grabbed a girl first and ripped her throat out/
I didnt know what had come over him, but shit, I know now/
Like movies had come true, and the stories my father told as a pastor/
A demon had possesed that boy, then began turning the class into disaster/
Fourth verse - Kau the Lion (The kid being possessed)
When it comes to plain I take the cake. My name is Joe Smith.
I never dress outlandishly, not the type of face you’d notice.
I'm not too stupid, not too smart, of average weight and fitness.
And just like any kid my age, school's the bane of my existence.
I’m sitting bored in math class, tasked with problems and equations.
Thinking I would sell my soul for responsive relocation.
They say be careful what you wish, lest you regret your decision.
A lesson I would learn first hand while shirking long division.
I could feel the heat inside me rising as my hands started to tremble.
Reaching for the throat a classmate is the last part I remember.
Now the only feeling left was the void of being heartless.
The screams of all my peers following me into the darkness...
Fifth verse- Intrinsic Cadence (The demon)
“Blood must flood!” I scream from the top of my lungs, speakin' tongues, as I lunge for her throat
I have come for their souls, cuz I lust to know Satan, so I must emaciate their faces and let the blood flow.
I slash so her gash gushes just enough to render her placid, then with rapid action I attack the rest of the class,
I act fast so they can't run from the wrath of this massacre, I'm unleashed like a three-headed beast of Lucifer.
Then I grasp their skulls and rip the scalps from them all, and brandish a 666 on the brains now exposed,
I've affixed three sixes cuz this is a prerequisite of the ritual, then I listen close to hear the Devil's wish disclosed.
He revels in the gift he beholds, and with an evil grin picks up the scalps juxtaposed to the pile of corpse kids,
his voice blends with the shrill shrieks of a thousand generations as he says, “You have done well, my hell's kin.”
I kneel to him, with his pitchfork he knights me for my sins, and invites me to descend to the haven where he lives,
I savor in this favor that he gives, so I exit from the body I'm within, and follow his lead into the infernal fire pits.
Joe Smith awakens, clothes all stained crimson, and with a vacant stare he sees his dream wasn't a fiction.
He'd been forsaken, he wished he was a victim not the catalyst of a viciousness more ancient than the earth's rotation.
With a burst of fear he lurches towards the door to run from here, but he slips and slams his head on the calendar on the wall
October 31st is the last thing he sees before he falls.............................