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Sneaking out on a saturday night,

mommy thinks you know wrong from right.

As you’re climbing out of the window

something tells you to stop.

But the damned beat is luring you in

with a promise of excess and sin.

You’re afraid to step across the threshold

but it’s too late now to get out.

It drags you in and slams you down!

It’s discoevil, toxic tones,

it’s discoevil, grinding bones.

It's red, hot and steaming,

sweat, blood and screaming.

It’s discoevil, brutal sound,

it’s discoevil, lethal pound.

Flesh searing lasers and

mirror balls with razors.

The discoevil!

On the dance floor the flesh undulates,

all the oil mixed with blood lubricates.

As your body gets torn asunder,

it’s sick but it’s turning you on.

You should go but you don’t want to leave

so you scream out of horror and need,

the duality makes you wonder but

it hurts like Hell, mmh oh, well!

You know you’ll come back again!

It’s discoevil, toxic tones,

it’s discoevil, grinding bones.

It's red, hot and steaming,

sweat, blood and screaming.

It’s discoevil, brutal sound,

it’s discoevil, lethal pound.

Flesh searing lasers and

mirror balls with razors.

The discoevil!

On pins and needles,

the ultimates saturday night.

Feast of the demons under

the neon lights!

It’s discoevil, toxic tones,

it’s discoevil, grinding bones.

It's red, hot and steaming,

sweat, blood and screaming.

It’s discoevil, brutal sound,

it’s discoevil, lethal pound.

Flesh searing lasers and

mirror balls with razors.

The discoevil!