As our souls creep around
As our bodies lie
As we sleep and make no sound
Someone steals a knife

We act just like zombies
Don't know what for
"Go to the basement"
Don't know what for

Death is the joining fee
To be one of the family

CHORUS:
Enter the place of doom
The bed for your final rest
You'll understand soon
You'll be dead like the rest

Don't watch no more T.V.
They're dying on the porch
"Will you open the damn door?!"

Death is the joining fee
To be one of the family

CHORUS:
Enter the place of doom
The bed for your final rest
You'll understand soon
You'll be dead like the rest

The message: What does it say?
"Go to the basement"
We follow the trace of blood
But we don't know what for

"Death what are you doing here?
I think you've got the wrong place"
At last the killers are the victims
The basement will be our grave