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Wildfire at the discotheque

At Sasquatch Carnage

That's where the saucers wreck

It makes no sound

It makes no sound

As it's stomping the ground

In retreat

Got you hauling

As the beat

Driven to mauling

Eye wire trip to manifest

Area haunted

As the sky runs rapid black

Blood red run

Blood red run

Of the phantom sun

Feel the teeth

Crush into skull

Rotten helmet of meat

You find yourself captured

Yet ready to leave

Knocked down (rotten)

Knocked out (rotten)

Out cold with the death lock taking hold

High tide of the big grotesque

That metal mother

Descends to interject

It makes no sound

The flames get strange

As it's touching down

Feel the heat

Rush into skull

Rising retreat

You find yourself captured

Yet ready to leave