Good evening, and welcome to another chilling installment of Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave. Tonight's grim and ghastly tale, Corpse Nation. Look into the darkness, web of crooked thoughts, lobotomized and left to rot. Feed into the promise, worship every drop, deny it when the pageant starts. Go! There's no end, nothing to it, just another cycle of abuse, propaganda on a list. So determined, so determined, to be the light behind a predatory game. A giant flaunt in a cyber scene, a fear-making, fear-making tentative spirit. And you aren't in the dark. Denied it by a story in your melting pot of misery. Hold yourself a prophet, but you're really just a comedy. We won't take this anymore. Let me say it one more time. Look into the darkness, web of crooked thoughts, lobotomized and left to rot. Corpse Nation! Feed into the promise, worship every drop, deny it when the pageant starts. Corpse Nation! Oh my god, they're horrifying. Violence, systemic virus. Take a seat and read the room, ignorance will be your doom. Sages, and semi-creatures. But it's time to let the rhetoric go up in flames. Assault with your cryptic words, obstetric graphics to a pre-dead herd. A genital infestation. Predacy, indoctrinated fallacy. Look into the darkness, web of crooked thoughts, lobotomized and left to rot. Corpse Nation! Feed into the promise, worship every drop, deny it when the pageant starts. Corpse Nation! Corpse Nation! Malignant manifesto, two-bit horror show. If truth's what makes you shudder, research this, motherfucker. Where you go, what you're all for. I won't, I won't, I won't step back and bite my tongue. Where you go, what you're all for. Disillusioned, where are you now? Stare into the darkness, web of crooked thoughts, lobotomized and left to rot. Corpse Nation! Malignant manifesto, worship every drop, deny it when the pageant flows. Corpse Nation! Corpse Nation! Corpse Nation! Corpse Nation now! *** you.