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letra de dragged to hell - macka morfiss

[tape recording 1]
ok, if anyone finds this tape, it’s macka morfiss. it’s one minute to twelve on the thirtieth of october and…oh wait…shh, hold on, hold on…

[verse 1]
my heads a haunted house
i’m scared and i can’t get out
i hear footsteps walking round and
at night they stalk me, a squawking sound
comes from the crows, mitch brenner inbound and
all my crucifixes are upside down
-someone help me-
i’m a screaming tortured patient
theres a weaping corpse adjacent
with a quija board in the bas-m-nt
i’m in a hospital ward having eerie thoughts of jason
the hair on thе back of my neck stands
i can’t sleep, theres a figurе by my bed stand
knife in my right, holy water in my left hand
as he whispers to me -macka you’re a dead man-
i’m under the duvet – good disguise
but he gets closer when i shut my eyes

[tape recording 2]
ok don’t say a word, don’t say a word, don’t move a muscle
i’m breaking the fourth wall here but, i’ve only got a few seconds to tell you but, if you’re listening i’m trapped in my own head. it’s dark man and i need help but…oh wait hang on, the second verse is coming in. alright, just stay quiet, stay quiet…
[verse 2]
i try facetiming help but my screens full of static
and that quija board teleported to the attic
-i don’t think i’m alone- in heres a weird demographic
atmospheres untoward while i’m squeezing on a hatchet
swinging so much you would think i’m in a park
but i’m hitting nothing ’cause my rooms pitch dark
i run to the switch board, but the wire dangles
it’s been cut – somethings grabbing at my ankles
i bolt – what the f-ck am i doing
straight to the kitchen – took a butcher knife to him
quick -cut- kweff -stab- but no splatter
-i can’t k!ll him- he ain’t made of blood or no matter
i can’t escape, he’ll always choke macka
he’s got me round the throat with a rope and dagger
the devil’s put my name on a padded cell
then he chuckles, as i’m being dragged to h-ll

[tape recording 3]
hang on wait, wait. i’ve just got a few more seconds, i’ve got a few more seconds. just stay quiet please because, i think theres something in here with me man but, this time it’s different, it’s just – i dunno, i think it’s got me man, i think it’s got me. but please if you can help me, please help…

- macka morfiss

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