Intro: Awful P:
Happy Halloween, you've never seen the likes of me/
Go ahead and run, I'll catch up to you walking, Michael Myers P/
Schools and Holidays, bah humbug I'm an asshole/
Knock on my door, your kids get razor blades in apples/
Jack O'Lanterns filled with vigil candles for the girls and boys and/
They're gonna die tonight, cause I'll inject their candy bars with poison/
Spiderwebs and candy corn, tricks until it's dawn/
Those aren't scary decorations, those are victims on my lawn/
Welcome to my house of terror, you can scream and shout/
Passer-bys will pay no mind to them and you won't make it out/
The dead will walk the earth, and the living, you will bleed/
When L.A.D.S. turn into vicious monsters on all Hallow's Eve/

Verse 1:

Damarco:
Lord, Please forgive us, for what we're about to do

I'm too reckless, to receive the lord's blessings/
Cut you open, make a necklace, out your intestines/
Lu Chin:
Decorate your face, cut shapes out your forehead skin/
Rusty razorblades infected, covered in tetanus/
Stryke:
Every weapon I'm possessing is deranged, straight optimal/
Blades, made in a way to cause as much pain as possible/
Won't take you to a hospital, the morgue is the other way/
(Hi I'm Chucky, wanna play)
Damarco:
Fuck church, I abuse the gospel, stocking up every moving fossil/
Chop 'em up, like we're in that movie Hostel/
Stryke:
We'll let the tooly pop you, stop it that's too far away/
I'll be right beside when that light in your eye starts to fade/
Look to god and start to pray and hope.../
Lu Chin:
Now you're saved/
Otherwise you're gonna die, they'll come to find you in a shallow grave/
And now you're dead, but there's still something I gotta tell your ass/
I'll grab a Ouija board and spell you ain't fucking with L.A.D.S./

Chorus

Awful P:
Ghouls and Goblins, Monsters, Spirits/
Demons and Witches, unsung cheer it's/
Evil in the air and, once you hear it/
We're almost there, better run to the nearest/
House, locked doors and bar your windows/
Get your shotguns and guard your kinfolk/
All Hallow's Eve, this time of year/
L.A.D.S. prowl neighborhoods, children disappear/

Verse 2:

DaMarco:
I feel like getting laid, baby let's fuck/
Midway, switch out my dick with a blade now the bitch is afraid/
Stryke:
From this day to her actual death, she won't forget the name/
Plus he carved L.A.D.S. in her chest/
Lu Chin:
Yeah, cut off your fingertips, leaving no trace/
You're waking up to a recorded tape explaining your fate/
You got a choice, mutilate yourself to find a key hidden within/
DaMarco:
The clock's ticking, hooks pulling from every side ripping your skin/
I've been an evil fuck my entire life/
Freddy Krueger with a Jason mask, holding Michael Myers' knife/
Kids who trick or treat, careful when you pick a street/
Stryke:
'Cause you knock on my door and you'll die for thinking that shit is sweet/
Listen to this speech, and be transfixed one way/
Zoning out through gunplay, stashed away in a sunken place/
Lu Chin:
Just trying to escape, but the maze never ends/
Leatherface with a chainsaw, time to cut your face off/

Chorus

Awful P:
Ghouls and Goblins, Monsters, Spirits/
Demons and Witches, unsung cheer it's/
Evil in the air and, once you hear it/
We're almost there, better run to the nearest/
House, locked doors and bar your windows/
Get your shotguns and guard your kinfolk/
All Hallow's Eve, this time of year/
L.A.D.S. prowl neighborhoods, children disappear/