Lurking like fiends in my '83 Cutlass Supreme
I got the sudden itch to make tonight a murder scene
Wearing masks to cover our faces
Lure you into our hazy sanctum
Inheritors meek, remain safe inside
Hellions and scum, be one with the night
They need no eyes to see
They need no mouths to speak
They venerate no king
With lungs full of death and fire, they sing
VOOOOOID FIIIIIEEEEENDS