Phantasmagoria

The croon starts at midnight to six Pirate radio in the abyss Open the door and listen Listen close, so closely Incantations of our own (Whoa) Whoa-whoa, Phantasmagoria Whoa, the dead shall walk the earth Whoa-whoa, Phantasmagoria Whoa, the dead shall walk the earth Dead friends and divorced parents These are the reasons I, hate my life Darkness embraces Through the Ouija Board you said to me You were family So I slit my wrists to follow you Slowly fade away Whoa-whoa, Phantasmagoria Whoa, the dead shall walk the earth Whoa-whoa, Phantasmagoria Whoa, the dead shall walk the earth Whoa-whoa, Phantasmagoria Whoa, the dead shall walk the earth Whoa-whoa, Phantasmagoria Whoa, the dead shall walk the earth