Album: Transmission Zero (2011)

Transmission Zero

Night falls and Creepsylvanians everywhere switch on their tele-screens in hopes of indulging in an evening of state-sanctioned inanity. When the screens flicker to life the viewers are greeted by a pulsing eyeball and a ghostly tone that threatens to crack their very brains. Back in the catacombs, Dissector tells Samedi of the whereabouts of the crystal skull, and they set out for the palace...

Transmission Zero

Expanding lumps of torpid flesh
Spittle pooling on their chests
The Mezmetron is energized
And their nervous systems slow
A seizure grips the ganglia
As their frontal lobes explode
Tune in next week and you're sure to know
Zero

Teeth are set in rictus grins
No sign of mental life within
Draining the brains of the automatons
The fuses fail to blow
Rerouting the encryptions
But the glitch cannot be slowed
Tune in next week and you're sure to know
Zero

Basking in the telescreens
Their eyeballs pulse and glow
Bulging from their sockets
As the hunger starts to grow
Tune in next week and you're sure to know
Zero