In a cemetery

Voices will carry

Solemn and often grim

Sympathetic magic

Useful, yet tragic

Binds a dismembered limb

Don’t you dare get caught without it

If prophecy is...

More or less uncertain

Throw back the curtain

Fortune or certain doom

Violent, pornographic

Bury the hatchet

Floor of the cutting room

Don’t you dare get caught without it

If prophecy is true

The remedy is...

Silver mounted dyed on a keychain

A graveyard rabbit’s left hind foot

Killed at midnight under a full moon

Tears streamed down as my hand shook

I’m never doing that again

Second thoughts still linger

I run my finger

Through the discolored fur

History advances

I’ll take my chances

Lay bare the jugular

Don’t you dare get caught without it

If prophecy is true

The remedy is...

Silver mounted dyed on a keychain

A graveyard rabbit’s left hind foot

Killed at midnight under a full moon

Tears streamed down as my hand shook

I’m never doing that again

Silver mounted dyed on a keychain

A graveyard rabbit’s left hind foot

Killed at midnight under a full moon

Tears streamed down as my hand shook

I’m never doing that again

I’m never doing that again

I’m never doing that again