Phantasmagoria

Calabrese

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