The Killing Fields

Laying in my bed, I think of many horror tales
Yet I barely move, my bed is made of nails
I try to roll off, my skin slowly tears away
My flesh is stuck to the bed as I begin my day
Walking out the house this morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead
They're tryin' a die, they're leamping off a roof tops
They only scream in pain as their body flops

I rather stay inside my home and only pray to die
But my house has been on fire since like '85
I can only stand a night of the fatal smoke
But see you never die, you only burn and choke
And so I leave out the house, and walk the land
Wild pigs run and feed off the dying men
And look around you
There's bodies hanging from the trees

But they're not dying, they're only crying, "please!"
I hear the thunder in the sky so I run and hide
The Deli Raymay soon come down, you've got to get inside
The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, "yes!"
It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess
About once or twice a week

Though, with thunderstorms
That's when giant, heavy, red and black clouds form
It's raining blood, kidneys
And livers from the sky
Prepare, 'cause when you die
You're coming to the Killing Fields

"What shall they be? What shall they be?
When that fine moment comes."
"When the curtains are drawn
The windows are shut, doors closed, and
You've written
What you've written, you've said it, that's it!"
"What will they all be? What about it mister
When you've had you're last beer?

You've laughed at you're family
And laughed at you're little wife
She begs you not to go out to that bar

As I feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back
To when I had a heartbeat, and how I would act
I would steal from the poor. I'd laugh at the sick
But in the killing fields, you'd get your fucking neck ripped!
So as I walk along I meet a lot of strange folks
Some people with no eyes, and gashed open throats
And if they notice your eyeballs are working well

The try to dig them out your skull, and go for self
Now in the summertime, it's like a whole other realm
Water becomes fire, and oceans overwhelm
To walk outside, the heat will surely cook your brains
Try to run across the street, your hair will burst to flames
Victims in a panic run from the heat and light
Underneath the city, into the sewer pipes

Until the fire's gone this becomes your new land
But, there's no food so you feed off the other men
And now it's been seven months, I'm barely fed
I chase a baby billy goat with a human's head
It's steady screamin' "lemme be, lemme be!"
But while I chase it there's another demon chasin' me

All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old
And still the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told
That there's a lot of living souls such as the rich
That choose to live like a bitch
I'll see you in the killing fields!

"You've had your big time in lust, sin, and filth!"
"What is it going to be when you realize the time is up?
You've crossed the finish line!
Going in the wrong direction."
(I'll see you in the killing fields)
"What shall they all be? What about it gentlemen?
When you've spent your life in a few years time?
Your a burned up shell at 25 years of age
What shall they all be?" What about it?

You can go to hell (hell)
What shall they all be?
You can go to hell (hell)
What shall they all be?
You can go to hell (hell)
What shall they all be?
You can go to hell (hell)
What shall they all be?

You can go to hell (hell)
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
(You're coming to the killing fields!)
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down

Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down
(You're coming to the killing fields!)
Come, come on down, down
Come, come on down, down