They call him the King of Horror He’s a walking Armageddon A nightmare given flesh Made to rot and decay Just like everything else I call him by the barcode Written right on his brain Nihilson
CHORUS 1: With an empty stomach and heart There is no hope from the start That’s how he was designed To cut our world down to size
From the penthouse fat cats To the downtown thugs No man or child is safe From his marrow touch And his eyes of hate They see no happiness No truth or dare Just bugs and cocktails Waiting to be spilled Till every drop is gone He won’t rest in peace Until life is dead
CHORUS 2: With an empty stomach and heart There is no love from the start That’s how he was designed (God help our wretched souls) To tear the world down to size He’s cut the world down to size
Is he the King of Horror? Can he crawl out of the grave And into our dreams? Is there no stopping him? Will our minds be wiped clean So we can suffer no longer? Will we not even remember How Nihilson came to be? What does it matter? We are who we will be From one monster to another It’s all a bad dream That’s all we can dream To be heard and never seen That’s who we will be If we don’t wake up and see
This poem is a tribute to "King of Horror", one of the songs in Splendid Fred Records' album "This Changes Everything (11 Songs About Climate Change)". When listening to the song, I imagined the titular King of Horror being a severely disfigured assassin, almost similar to Marvel's Deadpool but far more sinister. Also, the name "Nihilson" is a portmanteau of the name "Nilson" and the word "nihil". I originally wrote this back on February 5th 2018.