We've Got A Situation Here

I've been waiting patiently For the crowd to gather in To read out my demands On the news this evening I have not asked for much But I want what I can't afford Just to find myself a mess At the steps to her door At the steps to her door At the steps to her door This situation is out of my hands I am the cross-bearer in the cross-hairs Come in and get me This situation is out of my hands I got a new prayer for a new plan Come in and get me I'm making all this up As the eyes follow along No lines between the dots It's the right time going wrong We wanted something more Than we could ever regret And I don't ever learn But I know I forget I know I forget I know I forget This situation is out of my hands I am the cross-bearer in the cross-hairs Come in and get me This situation is out of my hands I got a new prayer for a new plan Come in and get me Didn't the dogs get the scent Do you kids get the sense I've come undone? Didn't the dogs get the scent Do you kids get the sense I've come undone? With all the love in the world We're still one foot in the grave For the love of God Put your sights on my heart When all the eyes are upon me I'm sure I'll freeze to the spot For the love of God Put your sights on my heart When it comes for us Like I know it will When it comes, it takes us in its arms This situation is out of my hands I am the cross-bearer in the cross-hairs Come in and get me This situation is out of my hands I got a new prayer for a new plan Come in and get me This situation is out of my hands I am the cross-bearer in the cross-hairs Come in and get me Come in and get me Come in and get me Didn't the dogs get the scent Do you kids get the sense I've come undone? Didn't the dogs get the scent Do you kids get the sense I've come undone?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

You're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell The cold sex and the boredom sells Heat-seeker, pull the curtain down The death pangs and the wedding vows This trash is fucking contagious It runs through every inch of my veins Turn the music off, pull the covers down The death mask is a bridal veil You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve You don't feel much but you've got every nerve Tell the kids, boy, what's it like to be stoned? Like I don't know, oh, I know I've got a right to know I've got a right to know I've got a right to know I've got a right to know Snake charmer, going out through the trapdoor The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross This trash is fucking contagious It runs through every inch of my veins Turn the music off, pull the covers down The death mask is a bridal veil You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve You don't feel much but you've got every nerve Tell the kids, boy, what's it like to be stoned? Like I don't know, oh, I know See I got a black cloud above me too And I got lungs to match This trash is fucking contagious It covers every broken inch of my bones Turn the music off, pull the covers down The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026