Fed Up With Chthonic Creatures 💯
ska-punk / post-punk / Halloween crossover
Fed Up With Chthonic Creatures 💯
ska-punk / post-punk / Halloween crossover
Lyrics
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