[Verse 1]

Death she must have been your will

A bone beneath the reaper's veil

With your voice, my belly sunk

And I began to feel so drunk

Candle, candle, on my clock

Oh Lord, I must have heard you knock me out of bed

As the flames licked my head

And my lungs filled up black

In their tiny little shack

It was real and I repent

All those messages you sent

Clear as day, but in the night

Oh, I couldn't get it right

[Verse 2]

Here is a church and here is a steeple

Open the doors, there are the people

And all their little hearts at ease

For another week's disease

And eagle, eagle, talons scream

I never once left in between

I was on the fence

And I never wanted your two cents

Down my throat, into the pit

With my head upon the spit

Oh reverend, please, can I chew your ear?

I have become what I most fear

And I know there's no such thing as ghosts

But I have seen the demon host