FaSho

Feel free to merge/delete this if it's been done before, but a search got me nothing.
Anyway, what are some lyrics that really make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, look behind you shoulder to see if your being followed, or just creep you out etc?
I've got one, The horror of Our Love by Ludo

I'm a killer
Cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper
I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town
Left you love notes on their headstones
I'll fill the graveyards
Until I have you

Moonlight walking
I smell your softness
Carnivorous and lusting
To track you down among the pines
I want you stuffed into my mouth
Hold you down and tear you open
Live inside you
Oh, love I'd never hurt you

But I'll grind against your bones
Until our marrows mix
I will eat you slowly
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood

I wake in terror
Blackbirds screaming
Dark cathedrals spilling
Midnight on their alters
I'm your servant
My immortal
Pale and perfect
Such unholy heaving
The statues close their eyes
The room is changing
Break my skin
And drain me

Ancient language
Speak through fingers
The awful edges
Where you end and I begin
Inside your mouth
I cannot see
There's catastrophe
In everything I'm touching
As I sweat and crush you

And I hold your beating chambers
Until they beat no more
You die like angels sing
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood

You're a ghost, love
Nightgown flowing
Your body blue and walking
Along the continental shelf
You are a dream among the sharks
Beautiful and terrifying
Living restless
We dance in dark suspension

And you bury me
In the ocean floor beneath you
Where they'll never hear us scream
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood pulled through my veins
Ohhhhh
The horror of our love
Never so much blood

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gunnels

"Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking, squealing, gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name? I guess he does...

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!"


Paranoid Android by Radiomusicbanterhead Makes me think of a insane serial killer yelling at god while being interrogating in a straightjacket.

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stlove1000

"Hold Her Down" by Toad The Wet Sprocket

Take her arms and hold her down...
Until she stops kicking
Take her arms and hold her down...
Until she stops moving

And they don't know her
But what the ****
They've got nothing else they can do
And they've no reason
But still they come

And i
Would have a hard time facing you
This crime
The shame of what a man can do

Take her arms and hold her down...
Until she stops screaming
Take her arms and hold her down...
Until she stops breathing

And they don't know her
But what the ****
They've got nothing else they can do
And they've no reason
But still they come

And i
Would have a hard time facing you
This crime
The shame of what a man can do

Take the night back
All they've stolen
All we took from you

gunnels

Necrorape.

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Barabajagal

from "Song to Comus" by Comus

Hymen hunter, hands of steel, crack you open and your red flesh peel
Pain procurer, eyes of fire, pierce your womb and push still higher
Comus rape, Comus break, sweet young virgin's virtue take
Naked flesh, flowing hair, her terror screams they cut the air

Comes the sunlight, summer day, Comus wakes he starts to play
He starts to play he starts to play he starts to play

Anteater

More Comus here!!! "Drip Drip" from First Utterance to be specific.

You dangling swinging
Hanging, spinning, aftermath
Your soft white flesh turns past me slaked with blood
Your evil eyes more damning than a demon's curse
Your lovely body soon caked with mud
As I carry you to your grave my arms your hearse
You stand before me defenceless
Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense sears my brain

Hey, hey
Drip drip from your sagging lip
Liquid red down your body spread
Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains

Hey drip drip
Hey drip drip
Hey drip dripa
La-lalalalaa la-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa
La-lalalalaa la-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa

In a clearing where the sunrays dance amongst the forest's dense secrets
You will softly rest your pale beauty enshrined by the sweet glade
Your body at peace even the earth will fill the crack where entered my blade
Where entered my blade

La-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa...
Hey hey hey hey...

Yea, shall I cut you down
Yes 'twould be a last physical communion
I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle
I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle
And not hurt you and not hurt you
And not hurt you na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na...
All right now

Drip drip from your sagging lip
Liquid red down your body spread
Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains yea

Hey drip drip
Hey drip drip
Hey drip dripa

La-lalalalaa la-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laaaaaaa

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Roemilca

Ride The Wings Of Pestilance by From First To Last (It's loosely based on The Tell-Tale Heart)

Hiding behind the shadows
I'll be waiting in the dark
To drive this blade straight through your heart
I'll drag your body to the car
As blood races down my arm
I think everyone will wonder where you are (tonight)

I'll hide you in my walls
Your body will never be found
I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you
Your friends will like you more then they used to.

Dear diary my teen angst bull**** has a body count! (count!)
I believe it's six going on seven now!!! (seven now!!!)

I've been dreaming about you
In a pool of your own blood,
With your eyes gouged out
By the work of my thumbs,
The scent of your insides
From under the floorboards,
The perfect perfume
For settling a score!

I'll hide you in my walls
Your body will never be found
I'll wear your skin as a suit, pretend to be you
Your friends will like you more than they used to (to!)
Pretend to be you,
Your friends will like you more than they used to (to!)


Ride the wings of..
Ride the wings of..
Ride the wings of..
Ride the wings of Pestilence!!
Ride the wings of Pestilence!!
Ride the wings of Pestilence!!
Ride the wings of Pestilence!!
Ride the wings of Pestilence!!
Ride the wings of Pestilence!!
Ride the wings of Pestilence!!
Ride the wings of Pestilence!!

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CaseNumber:825

Emilie Autumn is the queen of creepy lyrics I have to say:

4 O'Clock

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes

4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock

Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little time

The Art Of Suicide

The art of suicide
Pretty and clean
Conveys a theatrical scene
"Alas, I'm gone!" she cried
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why
Why...

Why live a life
That's painted with pity
And sadness and strife
Why dream a dream
That's tainted with trouble
And less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Why live a life

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday
With a second ending
When the people are disturbed
Well they should be disturbed
Because there's a story
That ought to be heard

Dead Is The New Alive

Dead is the new alive
A gothic play revival
The last act of the show
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You never win

So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive

What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed fight?
What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed, blessed, blessed fight?
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life

Gothic Lolita

How old are you?
I'm older than you'll ever be
I've been dead a thousand years
And lived only two or three
I don't mind telling you
My life was ended by your hand
The kind of murder where nobody dies
But I don't suppose you'd understand
Call off the search
We've found her

If I am Lolita
Then you are a criminal
And you should be killed
By an army of little girls
The law won't arrest you
The world won't detest you
You never did anything
Any man wouldn't do
I'm Gothic Lolita
And you are a criminal
I'm not even legal
I'm just a dead little girl
But ruffles and laces
And candy sweet faces
Directed your furtive hand
I perfectly understand
So it's my fault?
No, Gothic Lolita

Thank you, kind sirs
You've made me what I am today
A bundle of broken nerves
A mouthful of words I'm still afraid to say
I don't mind telling you
Now that I'm old enough to love
I couldn't begin to even if
My pretty life depended on it
And funny thing, it does
Call off the search
We've found her

I Know Where You Sleep

I know
The sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know
The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed
Manipulate me if you can
Go on and fool me like your biggest fan

I know
The arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hear
I know
The bigoted tongue that tears away all your fear
Pontificate you faded star
Go on and show me who you really are

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill and depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted and ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

I know
The illness behind the image you create
I know
The tedious need to turn all you love into hate
You poor pathetic paranoid
Is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?

I Want My Innocence Back

I want my innocence back
And if you can't give it to me
I will cut you down
And I will run you through
With the dagger you sharpened
On my body and soul
Before you slit me in two
And then devoured me whole

I want my innocence back
And if you can't pacify me
I will break your bones
You think I'm bluffing, just try me
I will never forget
The words you used to ensnare me
Till my dying day
You'll suffer for this, I swear (I swear)

And I demand
You put my heart back in my hand
And wipe it clean
From the mess you made of me
And I require
You make me free from this desire
And when you leave, I'd better be the innocent
I used to be

There are so many creepy lyrics from her.... she's very good at them

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Whodinihimself

Aphex Twin - Milk Man

I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, in the morning

I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, when I'm yawning

I would like some milk from the milk man's wife's tits

Animal Collective - Leaf House

This house is sad,
Because he’s not tidy

Where does he hide,
When someone comes,
To the front door

There’s no one, there’s no one,
To say meow, kitties
Meow, kitties
Meow, kitties

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ninaNirvana

Death Of A Ladies' Man - Leonard Cohen

Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread
"I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.
His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete.
"O baby, I have come too late." She knelt beside his feet.
"I'll never see a face like yours in years of men to come
I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love."
And all his virtues burning in the smoky Holocaust
She took unto herself most everything her lover lost
Now the master of this landscape he was standing at the view
with a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to
She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood
She said, "I'll make a place between my legs,
I'll show you solitude."

He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room
He promised her protection for the issue of her womb
She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon
She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon

She took his much admired oriental frame of mind
and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind
She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine --
"This mental space is occupied and everything is mine."

He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track
She said, "The art of longing's over and it's never coming back."
She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his ****y dance,
she mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache.

The last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get
a woman's education but he's not a woman yet
And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy
who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.

So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed
it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.