"Supernatural Addiction" (LP)
Recorded: September 1999
Released: February 9th, 2000
Studio: Oblivion Studios, Upper Marlboro, MD.
Producer: Simon Efemy
Mixed: Simon Efemy & Mike Bossier
Engineer: Mike Bossier
Cover Artwork: Allen Koszowski
Label: Relapse Records
Format: Compact Disc & Vinyl
"Supernatural Addiction" was reissued by Merciless Records on limited edition 12" vinyl.
Limited Edition: 500 Copies
500 Black Vinyl
"Supernatural Addiction" was reissued by Relapse Records on cd packaged with "Behind The Mourner's Veil". A nice two cd's for the price of one deal. Both cd's come in a cardboard sleeve as a set. The cardboard cover is taken from the rear of the original "Behind The Mourner's Veil" release.
Broken down a nervous wreck yet there are no regrets
All the prestige drains my soul as illness takes to bed
It's time I need to ease my mind and become new again
So rest my child and be cleansed for breakdown's not the end
But what is this? What leads me from my room?
An apparition? It beckons me!
In this place here I rest while doctors roam the halls
Yet I'm alone inside myself to struggle with my fears
And there it is I can see a shadow on the wall
Calling me towards the end and onwards to the morgue
But the fear it takes my breath away
So near is the lonely world of death
I try to think of other things yet it is always near
I just can't help but walk its path and end up at the morgue
No, not the morgue! Not that dreaded place!
The morgue is cold and stinks of death the bodies freezing cold
I feel the grasp of something strange pulling at my soul
The dead just laying on their slabs sends chills right down my spine
And there's that shadow on the wall its image stains my mind
That shadow, that shadow on the wall
That shadow, creeping down the wall
Waht does this tell me of my mind this crazy lunacy
I fear that this is a sign that death is wanting me
That shadow, that shadow on the wall
That shadow, creeping down the wall
That shadow, that shadow on the wall
That shadow, creeping down the wall
Down the wall!
My release from this place should take this all away
My mind has healed up long enough for life it now awaits
So off I'll go into the sky and ride the flying plane
Back to a place where I belong the soothing hand of fame
But wait it's that shadow once again my fate is in my own hands
I run away from teh boarding plane that takes off in the night
As up in flames death does claim everyone but I
That shadow, that shadow warned me of the end
That shadow, that shadow let me live again
That shadow, that shadow pulled me from teh flames
That shadow, a premonition!
"The Premonition" inspired by the TV show The Twilight Zone episode "Twenty-Two" written by Rod Serling.
My nerves are sharp with insanity as slowly I've gone mad
Why there's fear of the old man and his eye I'll never know
Yes for some time I've had the urge to stop the evil eye
As if possessed I crave its death I truly can't resist
Inside my brain so many voices comfort me
As murderous thoughts race through my mind to finally rid the eye
I approach his room without a sound I'm death outside the door
The heartbeat guides me through the dark and to his resting site
For in my hand I hold the knife the one that slits his throat
With a final shriek my torment ends the eye it is no more
And now I'm free for with his death the chains of fear are gone
It's only me left all alone to live amongst the world
In perfect manor I dissect the old man and bury him under the floor
All the while thinking back to the deed I must laugh to reassure
I reassure myself that I'm free and secure the open wood to the ground
And when I'm done I try to sleep but nightmares twist my dreams
That dark chilling heartbeat will it come for me?
Will it haunt my world for evermore and steal sanity?
But before my eyes can witness sleep there's a knock upon my door
Without a pause I answer calm my discipline assured
Behind the door I find police investigating screams
I politely beg them "Come inside, put your mind at ease."
With innocence I lead them down to the room he's buried in
I place my chair right above the man's poor and worthless grave
As we sit and talk I'm becoming pale and sickly so on edge
I beg for them to "Please be gone, and let me find my rest!"
But horror's just begun for the heartbeat does return
It reminds my mind of the hideous eye, that gleaming putrid eye!
Sweat now drips from my brow I plead and scream along
"I did the deed tear up the floor the corpse is in the ground!"
But horror's just begun for no one can hear my pleas
For in my mind there lives the eye forever haunting... me!
The heart it beats, it lives in me
Inside my mind lives the eye...
"Dark Chilling Heartbeat" inspired by the book The Tell-Tale Heart written by Edgar Allen Poe.
As I try to tell this story my skin's no longer tight
As if it wants to leave and get away from me
But I've lived through this night of fright
And found real signs of other life
In disbelief I'll tell you what I've seen...
It started out as simply normal driving in my car
Taking in the world and marveling the stars above
When a woman out of nowhere appeared to be in need
So I stopped to reach a helpful friendly hand
But something wasn't right!
She wouldn't speak at all but I felt this urge to help her
As I told the girl to please get in my car
She looked on the verge of death pure white and freezing cold
So I placed my coat around her fragile arms
in a couple minutes time her face showed signs of life
She finally spoke and asked to take her home
She gave to me an address I assured her to relax
For in minute's time she'd be there safe and warm
As I came across her cottage my hitchhiker was home
She thanked me so and walked up through the door
As I turned to pull away I remembered of my jacket
She wore it as she struggled to stay warm
I left my car and rang the bell thinking she'd be waiting
Instead I got the mother of my girl
She said that she'd been waiting and not to say a word
And down a narrow hall she took my hand and led the way
We stopped in a tiny room that looked as if un-lived
All around sat pictures of my stranger's face
But the borders they were black the signature of death
She informed me that my passenger was dead
I didn't believe a word she was sitting right beside me
Only minutes back riding in my car
She took my hand and led me back outside and through a gate
To a private cemetery in the yard
On a grave there sat a picture of my unexpected guest
From the grave I learned she died some time ago
She said in stranger's cars her daughter finds a ride
For an accident had brought her to the ground
And every night she comes home to please her lonely mother
It's an instinct from the time she spent on earth
But she is gone she assured me death had come
And this ghostly image was living on in my mind
I told her to cherish her spirit
She just sat and cried at the grave
I told her to cherish her spirit
She just sat and cried at the grave
In the cold she was in mourning at the passing of her child
So I felt the need to leave and let her be
But I stopped to quickly question who was my freezing stranger?
She was the perfect image of the girl
As I turned to leave the madness I caught a flash of something
It was sticking out from underneath the grave
In a shocking revelation I became at one with death
As instantly I learned the woman spoke the truth
For in the grave before me my jacket in the ground
The one I gave my stranger on this night, this very night!
She was my stranger, yet she was dead, familiar stranger...
"A Very Familiar Stranger" inspired by the recording Famous Ghost Stories segment
"The Hitchhiker" written by Oscar Brand.
Frozen screams and lasting fear are living in her head
For in her mind the horror lies from a meeting with the dead
She tells her story without a doubt while under doctor's care
Is it mental illness maybe lies or just the creepy truth?
It all began with a romance lost two worlds that did collide
The wish for urgence to the grave brought murder into his mind
With a mistress waiting for his touch with pleasure he'll take her life
An axe in hand he chopped the body of an aging, nagging wife
Listen for the frozen screams they are out there somewhere
Ready waiting to be heard by those who do believe
Into a freezer he placed the corpse now bagged and stored like meat
Her head and torso torn apart the hands, the legs, the feet
Without remorse he know prepares to leave this all behind
He sits and waits his lovers call to secretly arrive
But his wife belonged to voodoo and the story took a turn
With sweet revenge his life was lost by her dead and broken corpse
Without a warning his lover crept into the horror house
She searched for him most everywhere then came amongst his corpse
The mistress's mind was pouring out but terror was not complete
For all around her possessed limbs came rabid for her life
With the axe he used to killer once she swung to stop the bones
But on her throat the grip of death was quickly taking hold
She chopped at limbs one thousand times and fell into a trance
This final vision of that night still lives inside her head
In asylum now she sits alone with a story unbelieved
There was no body of a woman found only a strangled man
Deep down inside there is the truth but others they see guilt
Around her doctors find her world insane without a doubt
Frozen screams, listen for frozen screams...
"Frozen Screams" inspired by the motion picture Asylum segment "Frozen Fear"
written by Robert Bloch.
A relic from the sands of time and old and worn antique
This ugly doll has come to her it holds a great mystique
Around its neck a guarding chain is said to stop its life
So with a smile and a laugh she sets the doll aside
The sun arrives she makes her day and looks up for the doll
It strikes her odd to find its chain has broke, the creature's gone
The waiting ghoul lunges out and looks into her eyes
The ancient spell has come for her and now she's going to die
Striking, fighting this vicious monster
Poisoned fumes within her blood its soul as dark as coal
As evil lurks within the veins of the horrid awful doll
It lives for death and brutal war to all that find its world
Attack and kill to the death is all it's ever known
Striking, fighting this vicious monster
The spirit of the Zuni tribe lives on in battle lust
It's here and there and everywhere and all so hideous
It craves to feed in frenzied greed a predator of hell
For instinct tells it kill all man consume the human soul,
The human soul, soul!
She's looking for answers in this world of fright
She's running in terror to hide from its sight
Her heart is pounding its teeth as sharp as knives
it's like a dream she can't believe this thing has come to life
And she can't escape it as she will surely die
For it needs her soul to go on and on and carry on its kind
Now she's the victim of a curse from ancient times
What once were laughs have turned to screams tearing apart...
The night!
Yes it's too late her world enslaved
And she can't be saved, for she is its prey
Can you feel the doom? And can you feel the fear?
Imagine it was you!
Striking, fighting this vicious monster
And now her blood becomes the doll
He's in her heart as evil grows
Its spirit writhes she screams in pain
For it is now born again
A life of Zuni has been done
Act complete the beast has won!
"The Doll With The Hideous Spirit" inspired by the motion picture Trilogy of Terror segment
"Amelia" written by Richard Matheson.
Between life and earth there is something more that each of us will view
And when the moment is right for your death to arrive
Then it will come looking for you
And as in this tale to follow now it's never too late to die
For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind
Clutched within the hangman's noose a man swings in the air
For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair
For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die
With a choking rope placed 'round his neck he enters into his mind
Run, run! Runaway you want innocence and life
Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die
He prayed for all his loved ones and that god would bring him home
As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer
He knew his time had come
But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below
For the rope had snapped and cheated death
Giving him a chance to run
So run, run! Runaway back to innocence and life
Far, far faraway from this place you were to die
You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death
By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last?
You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free
By name the hanging soldier but a false world's what you see
Eyes seeing sights...of peace not war
Dying processed mind...it slowly fails you
Sights seeing lies...of peace not war
Dying processed sights, hallucinations! The man has died!
Yes it is sad how the story does end
As we return once again to the noose
For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke
Was the soldier who died all too soon!
"The Hanging Soldier" inspired by the book An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
written by Ambrose Bierce.
The elders live to die getting old amongst their kind
in a home they share affliction one and all
They have no sight for they are blind but they see the constant lies and
deceptive schemes that seem to never end
For this "place" is run by power and a forceful greedy hand
Whose way of caring for the needy isn't right
For the sheets as thin as paper do not warm their freezing bones
Hear them rattle trying to sleep in frigid night
So the anger keeps on building as they plot to stop the pain
On this nail that's sticking deep within their side
And they all join together there's a creepy walk amongst them
That tells in time they'll find their vigilance...
Revenge!
A room has been constructed for this outcast to commit
And with trickery they have not been denied
For locked behind four walls is the master of the pain
Who's now trapped inside their morbid lair
But what is on their mind what sort of horror will we find?
Down within the chambers of the waiting blind
Six days and still they starve him as they offer mercy none
For the hate it brews within them from his past
In his body there is panic as he senses dread approaching
He starts screaming for this torture ride to end
They have taken more than enough and now the light is shining
To bring to them a fitting dark revenge, dark revenge!
Then at once the room is open and the man quickly reacts
Out the door he goes in search of those to pay
But with a shock he finds around him that the walls are full of razors
That rip at him with sharpened, striking blades
He completes this trap alive but his eyes grow wide in horror
For a dog sits starved and rabid for his throat
So he turns back to the razors as the lights to black they fade
Like the blind he's now alone and in the dark
The dark! The dark! He's now alone and helpless in the dark
And the blind they stand the victor as the dog and man lay dead
Their haunting laughter sounds their morbid victory
Blind revenge, blind revenge
They've found revenge!
"Chambers Of The Waiting Blind" inspired by the motion picture Tales from the Crypt segment
"Blind Alleys" written by William Gaines.
They did not know what was waiting so deep in a forest alive
They'd come to search out the legend from 1785
But there was an evil around them that took their spirits away
They searched for the witch of the black hills
Elly Kedward her name
Within the confines of her haunting world
Were three who would soon learn
That their minds must face its unbelief
In legends all so absurd that hide behind the dark
Told by many in laughter for sadly they are lost
But dark was their fear and the day was no good
As the spell on their souls had begun
Did they know down inside that something was there
In this quest to find the one?
But they traveled on into madness with misery in their hearts
They saw the signs of her presence and they heard her cries in the dark
But still they would look for the answers to all they could see and would hear
As thoughts of a laugh at a legend were replaced with dreadful fear
Haunted were the corners of their minds
They could feel the watching of the woods, a million ugly eyes
Elly appeared behind their eyes
It's Elly that dances in their minds
It's pure and blessed evil that scares them in the night
It would take now one away and to the other side
Two souls now living damnation alone to question their lives
Lost in her world full of madness they feared the coming of the night
As they sat there scared in the forest
There was a kindred of thoughts so insane
It was a sickness of mental confusion it was the final turn in her game
There was a voice so familiar yet weird and ever so strange
It called them on into terror to a house alone without name
It is here that their quest to find Elly was destroyed
With quick gasping breaths
It is here that their story has ended but the legend is never to rest!
But legends are made to sort out the fools but which of us are fools?
This story before you may serve as a warning if this is what you choose...
Will we ever open our minds to greet a world beyond?
"Elly's Dementia" inspired by the motion picture The Blair Witch Project
written by Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sanchez.
