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