Rave in the Grave

We sung our lungs out to reach you Spilling our guts on the pavement that we roamed (Far from home) This is my life's work Forever grateful that you made your hearts our home Cursed, damned and broken With the sum of my failures all declared in a moment Cursed, damned and broken Lost Sick And left unspoken I will take this to the grave I was waiting for my chance to find The life I was chasing My god, what have I become A decade in the making? I wore my shame on my sleeve And put my pain on display for all to see This is my life's work What felt like fire but without a thing to burn Turned into a scorched earth Step through The door Ten years Ten more I was waiting for my chance to find The life I was chasing My god, what have I become? A decade in the making? I'll take this to the grave There's always a struggle you don't see (don't see) Living in fear I proved myself to me Forever stepping through the door to the unknown Ten years Ten more I was waiting for my chance I was waiting for my chance to find The life I was chasing My god, what have I become? I'll take this to my grave (we were waiting) With no stain washed away (for our chance to find a life) I'll take this to my grave (of salvation) With no stain washed away (my god, what have we become) Become I'll take this to my grave

Good evening, you're listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave Tonight's chilling episode, Death Incorporated 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 For more haunting tales of terror and mystery This is Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave Who's the boss now? Who