An unlucky dip in the bargain bin A ghostly tape with daemons within Written on the label was an ancient hand Told of distant times and of worrisome lands I played it backwards then in reverse It told me things that were perverse Evil voices, evil hands Evil voices, evil commands Who what would have thought my hand could do that Gave me a wedgie, set fire to my flat They start up quiet but end up talking loud My hands grab the steering wheel, aims for a crowd Horrorsome daemons trapped within Bound by chromium, consumed by sin There's a vortex in the fridge, the food flies about Throttled by savages, I cannot get out An unholy choir chants in my mind Exposing predictions to destruct mankind By Diuter.