Freaks - Rigor Mortis

The faces deformed and grotesque

The disfigured bodies and limbs

You cringe at the sickening sight

The freaks are accepting you in

Hide your disgust as they greet you

They cannot help their misfortune

You can’t seem to help but wonder

Are their minds as warped as their form'

Unnatural humanoids proud to be one of their kind

Unique imperfections bent for revenge on the world

Plotting to turn all mankind into creatures obsene

You shall be next to be transformed into one of them

…Pray for your death!

Drugs of unknown chemicals

Cruel hacksaw surgery

Altered features of your head

Make you a monstrosity

Soon you will realize that you are one of them

No turning back now because you belong to them

Seeing the horrible things that were done by them

…You are a FREAK!

Forgetting the life you once knew

Reality you must accept

Knowing resistance is useless

You will do what they expect

There soon will be hordes of people

Who crave to view mutated flesh

And you shall choose the next victem

For hideous transformation!

You will obey the code of the freaks

You’ll help their cause till the world is one

You love the freaks — you are a freak

Long Live The Freaks!