Fed Up With Chthonic Creatures 💯

[Intro – Horror Voice, echo & vinyl crackle] (Whispering) “It’s midnight… time to wake the dead.” [evil laughter] [guitar feedback starts → drum hit → first verse] [Verse 1] Fed up with chthonic creatures’ moan, Sick of talk about everything known. I’m searching myself — just circles around, A blurry square face — nowhere found. [Verse 2] Tired of all those flying freaks, I float on the ocean of love that leaks. Don’t look at me — no joy in my eyes, Only see what inside me dies. [Chorus – Gang Shouts & Echo] [Frontman:] Inside — we’ve got the gloom! [Band:] Gloom! Gloom! [Frontman:] Inside — you’ve got your doom! [Band:] Doom! Doom! [Frontman:] In the flame we burn it all! [Band:] Burn! Burn! [Frontman:] Maybe we’ll crawl… [Band (shouted):] MAYBE WE’LL FALL!!! [Verse 3] Fed up with invisible weird things, Fed up with people who fly without wings. Nothing in this world stays the same, Each year our madness plays the game. [Chorus – Gang Shouts & Echo] [Frontman:] Inside — we’ve got the gloom! [Band:] Gloom! Gloom! [Frontman:] Inside — you’ve got your doom! [Band:] Doom! Doom! [Frontman:] In the flame we burn it all! [Band:] Burn! Burn! [Frontman:] Maybe we’ll crawl… [Band (shouted):] MAYBE WE’LL FALL!!! [Bridge / Guitar solo] [Verse 4] Fed up with warlike rock ‘n’ roll clowns, Cold wind blows through our crowns. Half hippies, half fools in the dark, Winter inside — no spark. [Chorus × 2 – Gang Shouts & Echo]] [Frontman:] Inside — we’ve got the gloom! [Band:] Gloom! Gloom! [Frontman:] Inside — you’ve got your doom! [Band:] Doom! Doom! [Frontman:] In the flame we burn it all! [Band:] Burn! Burn! [Frontman:] Maybe we’ll crawl… [Band (shouted):] MAYBE WE’LL FALL!!! [Outro – Horror Choir Fadeout] (Group chant, echoing in the dark) Maybe we’ll crawl... maybe we’ll fall... Maybe we’ll crawl... maybe we’ll fall... [Background FX: eerie wind, faint laughter, distant chains rattling] (Whisper, close to mic) We’re still here... [Sound: coffin lid closing softly → guitar feedback → silence]