Back Country Meth Massacre - Horde Casket

They’re after you

Stockpile weapons in your trailer

Peering through the blinds

Dark shadows everywhere

Up for days on end

Stress and pressure growing

Hallucinations taking hold

Delusions multiply

Coming after you — demonic images

Unable to distinguish reality from fantasy

Pacing bak and forth

Dizzy from turning in circles

Your paranoia growing

It’s reached the breaking point

Your gun is loaded

And now you’re firing at your fears

Demonic images are humans

Coming after you — demonic antichrist

Kill everything you see

One more bowl of ice

You take out your gun and start shooting them

Unloading the rounds of bullets

Murdering demonic images of

Your own manifestation

Demonic images or humans?

Running before you will know

Death is in your path

You don’t know which murders were real

Return to the trailer

For more backcountry meth cooking

Death is in your path

You can’t remember your name

Mixing the ingredients all night

The ultimate concoction to feed your carving

One small mistake and now

The trailer explodes in flames

Deadly chemicals cover your body

Blinding your eyes, body is burning