I should have known with the tarot cards I had

Celtic cross reading that I’d go mad

Slow to grow slow to let go

All I have now are dreams where you scream no

And in these dreams I bend her over sinister

She disappears before I can finish her

I awake in the charnel grounds to the

Black witch and her moaning sounds

The coven howls as I raise up her skull

Their serpent tongues start chanting babble

I spit on myself and call it ran and I

Drew your sigil but you never came

These songs are about lonely nights

It's a guise, meanwhile

All the scripture have lied to me

Hear the birds sing tragedy

I’m stuck in bed with your specter

Floats above me a hell projector

Oh oh how low can the psyche go

Kissed a pipe underneath the mistletoe

Crestfallen and I can’t get up I’m

Drinking lithe from a foil cup I’m

Snorting lines of angel ashes

Applauding fatal car crashes

Deny my soul its perfect freedom

It’s just more fun to be a demon

Lose, lose, lose, lose