Lyrics Pitchfork - El Creepo

Pitchfork

Stoke the flames, little devil
It’s gonna be a long night
Blood shot insomniac
Keep your eyes on the prize
And take all of your secrets to the grave
You never knew just what hit you
I said a hammer head
An empty friend
A demonic chant
A single fan
You never knew just what hit you
Compassion doesn’t live here anymore
Only a vacancy of who I used to be
Take all your secrets to the grave
Judas hangin' tight rope and swingin'
Madness sets in and man is served with wine
Wake up wake up, it’s judgement day
And the cannibals have come to dine
Terrible visions and I’m deadly pale
A deceiver and destroyer of hearts
Nightmare in pieces, you look familiar
Splashed up all over the walls
Cannibalize the delicacy
Now you are a part of me
I’ll eat you up, you’re in my recipe
And now a part of me
I’ll eat you up and now you are a part of me