Broadcasting From Beyond the Grave: Death Inc. - Motionless In White

Good evening

You’re listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave

Tonight’s chilling episode: Death Inc.

Ow!

Can you hear the bell toll, little scarecrow?

Radio-you're burnin' like a star in a black hole

Did you get the memo?

Pretty typo Romeo

Cutting you up like a Van Gogh

You’re not fucking with us

We’re not fucking with you

So you can fuck yourself

And your puppet suit

You’re the wizard of flaws

We’ve got nothing to lose

So you can fuck yourself

And your little dog too

Yeah you can fuck yourself

We’ve got nothing to prove

We are the weirdos

In your stereo

Disco freak show

Death Incorporated

We are the weirdos

In the microphone

Supernatural

Death Incorporated

From beyond, yeah

Don’t belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah

Death Incorporated

From beyond, yeah

Don’t belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah

Death Incorporated

Do you feel like a psycho?

Dirty needle rodeo

Painting your disease like a digital Picasso

Feelin' so bad that nobody’s gonna need you

Spinnin' in your grave but nobody’s gonna hear you

We are the weirdos

In your stereo

Disco freak show

Death Incorporated

We are the weirdos

In the microphone

Supernatural

Death Incorporated

Hush little baby, go for a ride

We’ll take a little trip to the afterlife

Hush little baby, bump in the night

Demon in the daylight

Shadow in the limelight

From beyond, yeah

Don’t belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah

Drop the bomb

We are the weirdos

In your stereo

Disco freak show

Death Incorporated

We are the weirdos

In the microphone

Supernatural

Death Incorporated

From beyond, yeah

Don’t belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah

Death Incorporated

From beyond, yeah

Don’t belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah

Death Incorporated

Let’s go!

Until next time

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