Greenwood Disco

New disco at the green The dead rise up against the machine And they love to call it hateful They say they're all ungrateful So many different bodies I have found Outstretched claws breaking through the ground The keeper's ears bleed to the shrieking sound of The burning curtain being torn down So many different bodies I have found Outstretched claws breaking through the ground The keeper's ears bleed to the shrieking sound of The burning curtain being torn down New disco at the green The dead rise up against the machine And they love to call it hateful They say they're all ungrateful