Fan Massacre

"When's the new album coming out?"

"When you gonna come to my town?"

"You should make 'Deathcore Sucks'!"

"You should make 'Emo Sucks'!"

We have had enough of all your shit and we're fed up

We've decided to have the lot of your worthless throats cut

Our mascot himself is the hitman we call for the job

We gave him your addresses,

Sent him to carve up you slobs

Your endless sycophantism we cannot forgive

You haven't bought enough merch

To allow you to live

Fan massacre

You've bugged us for years, we don't like you,

We want you to die

Fans are all jerks

Thanks for the tour bus but now we don't need you...

So goodbye

The King fireballed Mike Murrell in the throat

Scott Montgomery was drowned in the moat

Tony Sahin was teleported into space

Julie Trubiano got a sword to the face

Jimmy & Toccara Nickerson and Marcy too

Were mashed up with a mallet

And converted into glue

Ryan Krystiniak was burned alive

Ray Magini was seasoned and deep-fried

David M. Clark dies gurgling, stripped of his skin

Dan Hammer choked on his own blood

When we ripped off his chin

We mauled Patrick Evans and

Left him impaled on a stick

That's what you get for liking our band, you dick

Fan massacre

Carlos Alvarado is slowly ground up into chum

I hope it hurts

We watch and we laugh as you mewl and you beg and

We say "this is what you deserve...you scum"

Stormspell Records HQ was blown up with a tank

Michael Hughes met his demise

On the end of a shank

It's wholesale slaughter on

Our loving and doomed devotees

Don't let your blood ruin

Our fancy clothes, you sleaze

Fan massacre

Most bands say they're grateful to fans

And their fans are the best

Please buy a shirt

We know the truth, our fans are the worst

And every last one of you needs to be beaten and bludgeoned and poisoned and stabbed... To death