Beyond the stars

Song of the day;;

→ Hollywood Undead - Day of the Dead

Hold on, holy ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams

I got all I need strapped right to my head string

I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things

I'm really not a mad man, the voices keep asking

Born with a soul that don't wanna be saved

Every time I look around I see what a fiend made

Every time I die, I hope they diggin' up my grave

An undead one, like the flag that I wave

I'm not afraid to cross on this cocaine sickness

I'm not afraid to die, let the good book witness

I ask and give none, no, no forgiveness

The day of the dead and you're on our hit list

So come all you misfits

Bitch, you're on our hit list

Hold on, holy ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, holy ghost

So long to the ones you know

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

This is exactly what has to be done, it happened so gradually

It's like I magically happened to be this phantom that cannot be

Lets his dagger cut jaggedly

While you're gaspin' so rapidly

While you gag on this rag

I see you all laughin' so happily

It's okay to get startled and be afraid of the dark

I'll just wait here to swallow your soul and tear you apart

And I've already started, there ain't no savin' your heart

This is the day of the dead, this ain't no day in the park

Here I come, here I come, grab your guns and crossbows

And run, better run from the skull and crossbones

The song has begun, yeah, it's hard to swallow

When I'm done, I ain't done, 'cause it's hell that follows

Now get ready for sorrow, 'cause it's hell that follows

Hold on, holy ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, holy ghost

So long to the ones you know

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

When the ashes start to rise

And the moon falls from the sky

And a thousand candles burn into the night

When the angels softly cry

On the plains below the sky

Would a thousand souls still pray for you and I?

Hold on, holy ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, holy ghost

Go on, hold me close

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, holy ghost

So long to the ones you know

Better run, here we come

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, holy ghost

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, holy ghost

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, holy ghost

It's the day of the dead

Hold on, holy ghost

It's the day of the dead

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Some relatively new Hollywood Undead, I reckon? Sounds fucking amazing, no matter what.