Toolbox Box

[Verse 1]
Two men in a van on a California night,
Chrome toolbox shining in the pale moonlight.
They called her name, they offered a ride,
But the silence was broken when the doors closed tight.

[Pre-Chorus]
"They’d never be found, the bodies in the hills,"
Said Norris with a grin, "I just love the chills."
Heard the tape recorder hiss, the terror on rewind,
Sadistic souvenirs carved deep in their mind.

[Chorus]
Box of screams, locked inside,
Hammer and pliers, nowhere to hide.
On the highway of pain where the shadows crawl,
The Toolbox Killers heard every victim’s call.

[Verse 2]
"Let’s make a tape," Bittaker said with a sneer,
Her cries still echo after all these years.
Ice pick, vise-grip, blood on the chain,
Pleasure in torment, addicted to pain.

[Pre-Chorus]
"She displayed magnificent screams," he confessed,
Like monsters applauding their evil success.
Bodies scattered where the mountains rise,
Grim souvenirs beneath the desert skies.

[Chorus]
Box of screams, locked inside,
Hammer and pliers, nowhere to hide.
On the highway of pain where the shadows crawl,
The Toolbox Killers heard every victim’s call.

[Bridge]
Van of terror, parked in the dark,
Polaroids burning, leaving their mark.
Five girls taken, their names engraved,
In silence they scream from an unmarked grave.

[Chorus – Refrain]
Box of screams, the devil’s song,
Every mile driven, the road was wrong.
Evil recorded, etched on the wall,
The Toolbox Killers heard every victim’s call.

[Outro]
No redemption, no disguise,
Only echoes of the tortured cries.
From the van to the grave, the story still chills,
Two shadows forever in the California hills.

Alternative rock,industrial,glitch,abstract