An unlucky dip in the bargain bin
A ghostly tape with daemons within
Written on the label was an ancient hand

Told of distant times and of worrisome lands
I played it backwards then in reverse
It told me things that were perverse


Evil voices, evil hands
Evil voices, evil commands


Who what would have thought my hand could do that
Gave me a wedgie, set fire to my flat

They start up quiet but end up talking loud
My hands grab the steering wheel, aims for a crowd
Horrorsome daemons trapped within

Bound by chromium, consumed by sin

There's a vortex in the fridge, the food flies about

Throttled by savages, I cannot get out
An unholy choir chants in my mind
Exposing predictions to destruct mankind