Halloween is here when they left it in this home.

Stitches on my body, closets full of bones,

blood that won't stop running,

but this wound won't ever clod,

like the ringing in my ears

that don't ever say to stop.

Hear voices from the basement.

Scratch in on the roof, seeing visions of you wasted, mumbling to the moon,

conjuring some darkness from the shadows in your room,

where I sold my hallew you and I laid my soul in you.

Love ain't nothing more than black magic.

You better want what you wish for.

It might happen. The day awakes the night and then I die for what I've done

is fix the aid and slow below and ugly sudden sun.

I try to breathe.

The yellow smoke keeps burning up my lungs.

I found the words to say but they just blister on my tongue.

Love ain't nothing more than black magic.

You better want to... and black magic

You wish for it might happen

I drank your poison I drank your poison, fell under your spell,

love is hell and nothing more.

...