Текст песни Oliver - Secrets of Wysteria

Little Gracie
Found A Strange House
A Place To Play
Just past all the trees
Swift Sharp Needles
Do Spot His Face
Before He Feeds
On The Sheep's White Fleece
Phantasmagorical
Willows Of Wisteria
A Memorial
A Crescendo
Of Hysteria

Little Children
Went Astray
In The Sunny Soil Beneath
Wriggling Worms In Disarray
Hear Them Laughing Underneath

"May 19, 1870 - January 16, 1936
Cyril Quinn Ran Quick
Poor Grace Fell In Vain
In The Boogeyman's Hunt
Tiny Saints digested, bisected
Hopscotch Hops On Creaks And Cracks
Hide Your Tracks
Clear Any Target On Your Back
Foggy Moon Eyes Glow"

Counting
Ten, Nine, Zero Fingers
Won't You Come And Play
The Gray Man's Game
Move Quick
Be An
Artful Dodger
When The Cleavers
Start Swishing In Flames

Phantasmagorical
Willows Of Wisteria
A Memorial
A Crescendo
Of Hysteria

Little Children
Went Astray
In The Sunny
Soil Beneath
Wiggling Worms In Disarray
Hear Them Laughing Underneath

[Music]

"I Choked Her To Death
Then Cut Her In Small Pieces
So I Could Take My Meat To My Rooms,
Cook And Eat It.
How Sweet And Tender
Her Little Ass Was Roasted In The Oven.
It Took Me Nine Days
To Eat Her Entire Body.
I Did Not Fuck Her Tho I Could Of Had I Wished.
She Died A Virgin.
-Albert (Hamilton Howard) Fish"