Lyrics:
1. Entrance
Don’t! Say! The! Name!
[repeat]
2. It Crawled From The Ocean Floor
It crawled from the ocean floor
Devastation all along the western shore
It crawled from the ocean floor
Summer’s never gonna be the same no more
No! Never be the same no more!
Reports are flooding in
And the party’s over now
It’s got teeth as big as surfboards
And snapping jaws – so loud!
Each oozing tentacle
Is causing tidal waves
Ten-thousand searching eyes
Destruction all it craves
It keeps growing... and growing... and growing... and... GO!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
It ate everything it could
On its way to land
And it isn’t slowing down
Across the blood-soaked sand
It crawled from the ocean floor
Devastation all along the western shore
It crawled from the ocean floor
Ten miles tall (maybe ten feet more)
It crawled from the ocean floor
See the sunny beaches splashed with gore
It crawled from the ocean floor
Summer’s never gonna be the same no more
No! Never be the same no more!
Reports are getting worse
As it crushes all that stands
It’s almost breached the city now...
Evacuation? ... Command??
There’s nothing stopping it
The tanks just make it mad
The planes are falling back
They gave it all they had
It keeps growing... and growing... and growing... and growing... will it ever... stop growing... there’s no way... to know... GO!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
It ate everything it could
On its way to land
And it isn’t slowing down
Across the blood-soaked sand
It crawled from the ocean floor
Devastation all along the western shore
It crawled from the ocean floor
Ten miles tall (maybe ten feet more)
It crawled from the ocean floor
See the sunny beaches splashed with gore
It crawled from the ocean floor
Summer’s never gonna be the same no more
No! Never be the same no more!
3. Blood & Hairspray
Alone... unless you care to count the coffins
Or the pulsing of the blood
Or shadows swaying in the wind
Or the dead things in the mud...
Scream out in desire
Who are we to deny you?
Dance onto the pyre
Doesn’t matter if the city’s on fire
The other world that lives in the daylight
Couldn’t ever understand
The night and those who thrive by the shadows
In the dark, it’s a different land
It doesn’t matter if the world ends tomorrow
When you’ve lived for a million days
Too bored to be bothered with the sorrow
Waiting for the sun to go away...
And when you’re dancing on the stone
You’ll never feel alone
Scream out in desire
Who are we to deny you?
Dance onto the pyre
Doesn’t matter if the city’s on fire
Scream out in desire
Who are we to deny you?
Dance onto the pyre
Doesn’t matter if the world’s on fire
Doesn’t matter if the world’s on fire
And when you’re dancing on the stone
You’ll never feel alone because
Those dead things in the mud, you know
Live on inside the blood
Scream out in desire
Who are we to deny you?
Dance onto the pyre
Doesn’t matter if the city’s on fire
Scream out in desire
Who are we to deny you?
Dance onto the pyre
Doesn’t matter if the world’s on fire
4. Prof. Arthur O’ Pod’s Deadly Lesson
With a PHD at 13
A future shining bright
Lil’ Arthur started searching
To solve the human plight
His first experiment
Earned him the Nobel Prize
His next one shocked the world
And took them by surprise
All he ever wanted was an army of mindless zombies
Drones to the kingdom like the insects in his laboratory
In the end, he only distorted his broken body
And now the world will pay... before Professor Arthur O’ Pod!
With extinction on his mind
Arthur suggested something
That made his students gasp
And shocked the hierarchy
His research, rejected
His methods, disrespected
His lab, sabotaged
Results? Unexpected...
All he ever wanted was an army of mindless zombies
Drones to the kingdom like the insects in his laboratory
In the end, he only distorted his broken body
And now the world will pay... before the mighty Arthur O’ Pod!
All he ever wanted was an army of mindless zombies
Drones to the kingdom like the insects in his laboratory
In the end, he only distorted his broken body
And now the world will pay... behold Professor Arthur O’ Pod!
5. The Throb From Below
Foul steam is rising, from the manhole grates
Decades of ignorance, and toxic waste
In the tunnels below, something new has evolved
Mutating rapidly, breeding out of control
The streets are alive and ready to blow
Like a pulsating hive from the throbbing below
The throb from below
Skin dripping with acid, glowing radiated green
Slime-born, adapted, infected genes
Atomic super-powered mega-mutant machine
Outgrown environment, coming up to feed
The streets are alive and ready to blow
Like a pulsating hive from the throbbing below
The throb from below
Once subterranean, spilling out in the light
What once was subhuman, overthrowing the night
Corrosive grime and claws... and a hunger for flesh
Sometimes, progress cannot be repressed
The streets are alive and ready to blow
Like a pulsating hive from the throbbing below
6. Brain-Sucking Teenagers From Mars
The teenagers on lover’s lane
Are standing still in the rain
The starlit sky shines down upon
A smoking crater above
Their engines run in unison
The town below, it doesn’t know
What’s on the way (and here to stay)
It’s only hours from done...
They know that you’re in there
They see that you’re so scared
They only want to bring you home
They see through your eyes, dear
They listen with your ears
You’ll never make it on your own...
There will be no more decisions
There will be no more imprecisions
There will be no more frustrations
There will be no more subdivisions
They know that you’re in there
They see that you’re so scared
They only want to bring you home
They see through your eyes, dear
They listen with your ears
You’ll never make it on your own...
There will be no more decisions
There will be no more imprecisions
There will be no more frustrations
There will be no more subdivisions
They know that you’re in there
They see that you’re so scared
They only want to bring you home
They see through your eyes, dear
They listen with your ears
You’ll never make it on your own...
Not on your own
Your life is so short anyway
Not on your own
Never alone
7. RazorBot 30XX
The cutting edge in private defense
Intuitive false intelligence
Priced to sell for discerning minds
Impossible to hack inside
Its eyes, digitized
Emotionless at best
It almost has a mind
It passed the Turing Test
It will not take a bribe
There’s nothing to confess
It will not compromise
We only build the best
Accuracy at 91 percent
And 90 days without an incident
Exaggerated claims of fatal accidents
Should have no influence, or affect your confidence...
Its eyes, digitized
Emotionless at best
It almost has a mind
It passed the Turing Test
It will not take a bribe
There’s nothing to confess
It will not compromise
We only build the best
8. Room For One More
Don’t! Say! The! Name!
[repeat]
Liner Notes:
The band would like to thank:
The El Rey Network, Zapp’s Voodoo Heat, Mike’s Harder, Mini Chewy Sweet-tarts, Folger’s Gourmet Supreme, fish tacos and tacos in general, Justin Bailey, Alan Vixi, InOps Productions, Razorbill Productions, Michael Bliss, and everyone who has shared, liked, and supported our stuff along the way. Rock and Roll will ever die!
The producer wishes to thank his loving wife and family
All music and lyrics, band likeness, and other material ©2019 InOps Productions
www.InOpsProductions.com
About the Album, "They Know You’re In There"
A note from Thomas Alan Sandage, producer:
To whom it may concern:
This is going to sound strange, I know. But I’m just going to tell it like it happened.
One day, I was working in my little home office, when I heard an unusual sound from the shelf behind me. There, an old Ouija Board had been casually placed behind some other horror-ish knick-knacks. As I watched, the planchette tapped impatiently against the board. It was waiting for me to respond, apparently.
I told you this would sound strange.
Not really knowing what else to do, I carefully extracted the Ouija Board and planchette from the shelf, disliking the somewhat-slimy feel of the items. I placed them on the ground and took a step back.
Immediately, the planchette started racing around the board, highlighting letters faster than I could comprehend. It seemed to be repeating the same pattern, over and over again. There was no mistaking the sense of urgency and frustration behind the movements. I grabbed a pen and paper and struggled to write down the letters as they flew by.
After several repetitions, I finally got this message:
“Open your music recording software now.”
So I did. And I watched as tracks simply appeared before me. They wrote themselves along the screen as though I were recording a whole band, all at the same time. It happened fast, all in single-takes.
Again, I must remind you that I said this would sound strange.
After a few days of this, the tracks stopped coming, and the Ouija board stopped speaking. I played back the tracks and did my best to mix them up a little, but I wanted to keep them as intended.
As per instructions, I mailed off the tapes and tracks to the address I was provided in Minnesota. I hope this note helps clear up any questions about the creation of this project, and look forward to hearing more about it in the future, should any new information arise.
Thomas Alan Sandage
InOps Productions
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