Текст песни El-Creepo! — Pitchfork, слова из песни.

Stoke the flames, little devil
It's gonna be a long night
Blood shot insomniac
Keep your eyeson the prize
And take all your secrets to the grave
Compassion doesn't live here anymore
Only a vacancy of who I used to be
Take all your secrets to the grave
Judas haning tight rope and swinging
Madness sets in and man is served with wine
Wake up, wake up, it's Judgement Day
And the cannibals have come to dine
Terrible visions and I'm deadly pale
A deceiver and destroyer of hearts
Nightmares in pieces, you look familiar
Splashed up all over the walls
Cannibalize the delicacy
Now you are a part of me
I'll eat you up
You're in my recipe
And now a part of me
I'll eat you up
And now you're a part of me

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This song, titled «Pitchfork» by El-Creepo!, is a dark and intense composition. The lyrics depict a sense of inner turmoil and darkness. The protagonist is portrayed as a devilish figure, urging themselves to embrace their sinister nature. The imagery of bloodshot eyes and insomnia adds to the haunting atmosphere. The lyrics also touch upon themes of betrayal and judgment, with references to Judas and cannibalism. The overall tone of the song is eerie and unsettling, with vivid descriptions of nightmares and destruction. The artist’s use of vivid imagery and poetic language creates a captivating and chilling experience for the listeners.