Necrotic Exposure

Late in the night With time to kill Walk to the graveyard For a thrill Grab your shovel And hold it tight The dead will never Put up a fight All these coffins Underground Not one creature Makes a sound Disturbing thoughts Inside your head As you start to Dig up the dead Necrotic exposure Keeping the corpse closer Necrotic exposure Your death rest is over Flash of sparks Scrapes the stone From the shovel Jars the bones Open casket Rotten flesh Sight of maggots Stench of death In pouring rain Thunder roars Flashing lightning Strikes the corpse Brought back to life In writhing pain Jason Voorhees Kills again Necrotic exposure Keeping the corpse closer Necrotic exposure Your death rest is over He's stalking the earth Machete in hand A killing machine Now walking the land Reanimated with murderous rage This bad mother fucker Is back from the grave Watch the bloodshed As people die One by one They pay the price Now the killing Will never end Holding your breath Now you're next