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Possession
05:33
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Black candles lit and I shut my eyes
I chant for him and the flicker dies
The smoke rolls in as I gasp for air
I lick for blood on fingers bare
A portal said to bring me which I covet
Adorned with horns, but dark above it
Hidden in folds of unknown past
Goddess shackles are built to last
Do you feel it, the darkness coming?
Can you hear it, distant drumming?
He lives in me now
Mystic delusions of astral travel
The fabric of morality unraveled
Banish good in choice of evil
Sin prevails through my upheaval
Can you recognize me now before you
Transformed by night and by brew
Crawling on claws, no longer real
Haunted by knowledge, no way to feel
Do you feel it, the darkness coming?
Can you hear it, distant drumming?
He lives in me now
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The Serpents Tongue
05:32
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The serpent came to me in my lucid dream
A whisper slipped into my mind and now it won't leave
It made me wonder, yes
It made me scratch at that itch
Roll the dice, snake eyes
This mind isn't mind
Coiled around, trapped inside
The serpent lies, the serpent lies
The serpent left me now,
but the notion remains
Like a relic of duplicity that he made just for me
He made me wonder, yes
He made me scratch at that itch
Roll the dice, snake eyes
This mind isn't mind
Coiled around, trapped inside
The serpent lies, the serpent lies
In serpent tongue and bitter fruit
A lie that coils spoils truth
Bite the apple, spit the seed
Demon turned a friend in need
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Hopes to Thrive
03:24
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I thought it was a sunset,
beautiful and golden on my face.
Turns out it's just a lamp that I left on
like I always do
Cause when its dark and I'm alone
I don't know where is home
and when you're gone, it's just me
and I don't know who I'm supposed to be
I need a room of my own,
thats not just made of these bones
I need a room of my own
I tilled land for harvest that wasn't even mine
I gave love and broke bread,
but went home to a cold bed
I put myself after others because I'm just like my mother
and for that I am left with no nest
Cause when its dark and I'm alone
I don't know where is home
and when you're gone, its just me
and I don't know who I'm supposed to be
I need a room of my own,
thats not just made of these bones
I need a room of my own
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Hex
03:24
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Saturnine karmic return is never enough
Noxious incantation to decimate old love
Blood on the red moon like gasoline on a fire
A hand full of death and rust upon the pyre
Salt in the wound
Ash in the jar
Tooth into flesh
Spit from the jaw
I'll haunt you, I'll ruin you
Wrathful and venomous in my fury sent
Creator and destroyer on a power hell-bent
Mead and mugwort
Rue and vain
In dark depths of flesh and bone seethes your pain
Salt in the wound
Ash in the jar
Tooth into flesh
Spit from the jaw
I'll haunt you, I'll ruin you
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