It came out of the sky on pitch-black night
No one knows where it comes from or where it might strike
Down in your basement listening to you breath
As its hunger builds there’ll be no place to retreat, yeah
It’s the ultimate killing machine
And it has come to feed
(Chorus)
The deadly spawn
From outer space
It will rip the flesh right off your face
The deadly spawn
It will survive
On the flesh of the living he will thrive
The deadly spawn (4x)
It has no creed, no sense of right and wrong
If you come within its grasp you won’t last long
There’ll be no stopping it once the spawn seeks out meat
Leaving only the smell of death and blood stains in the street
There’s nothing you can do
When it gets its teeth in you
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