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Boondox

Inbred Evil

Inbred Evil

(album: Krimson Creek - 2008)

Godforsaken left to rot an orphaned bastard child
Mutated product born of incest left out in the wild
A bloody bastard lies abandoned still tied to the cord
Open his eyes to see more darkness in an evil world
So much pain filled with hate it shapes his simple mind
Don't know how don't know why no sense of days no sense of time
All he knows is what he sees and that's the beast of fame
Rippin flesh to survive imbedded in his fuckin brain
Raised by the woods provided goods enough for sure survival;
No way to read but in his hands he tots a tattered bible
He doesn't have a neighbor in his soul's just pure conviction
He knows there is more like him and they are goin to pay for his affliction

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

Like canopies all the trees provide the perfect cover
Hikers, bikers, campers, steamed up windows from the youngest lovers
Unaware of the eyes that watch just waiting patient
Licks his lips and grins excited drooling heart is fuckin racing
So many lost on these roads and trails that lead out here
Slaughtered ripped to pieces open stomachs like a baby deer
You see the fear on the faces like they standing here
Flies and maggots feasting on remains a putrid fucking smell
And in the distance a few yards away another shattered life
Gutted like a fish the body hidden shadows cover like
Another crime scene just like the couple hundred others
Vacant left decaying in the open waiting to be discovered

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

He's alone in a home his family left behind
On the couch his ma and pa sitting missing eyes
Throughout the rooms and halls the story of a broken boy
Bodies line the walls and beds each one they hold a broken toy
The smell it lingers every corner filled with pure disease
Entrails hung like Christmas lights they decorate the mantlepiece
A blackened puddle in the tub bubbles up like tar
The stew remains mixed with brains pickled in a jar
Everywhere you look sickness fills this little shack
Fingers on a paper plate set out for a little snack
This is the product of a broken inbred situation
Proof that man is born with evil been that way since our creation

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

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