The Nameless Stench Of Forgotten Celluloid Lyrics & Chords By Blood Freak

A gore hound's hunger for the esoteric and obscure
Calls you beyond the 112th door of oblivion
A video wasteland festering in strip mall hell.
Its shadow-dimmed aisles of decades-old curiosities,
Its dust-choked shelves of forgotten sinema.
Big box video like the tombstones of untold horror,
Luridly painted epitaphs telling tales of carnage and carnality
An alphabetized memorial to the bygone video store epoch
Cunting rental girl's annoying questions gone unheard,
Without end, you espy tape after tape after tape.
Like a connoisseur, you pour over every cover, every photo,
Every word, worshipping at the altar of yesteryear's atrocity.
You breathe deeply of the foetid stench of moldering celluloid,
Your nostrils inhaling the nameless fungi of long unwatched terror.
Your hapless gray matter weltering in a miasma of
VHS morbidity, reality falls beneath a pell of macabre 80's carrion.
Your mortal coil begins to mutate