Warlocks

There is a Witch, a mouth that is stitched between lipstick black as night, and as night you'll meet her in the morning,
And her King he is the God of Lightning; thrashes on the cymbals brightly; saunters when he talks and walk to liquor stores on city blocks,
And you know I quit dreaming when her eyes; there were demons transcending through mine to the other side,
And I'm possessed by a feeling she's coming for you. I'm foreseeing you better beware, if you even care,
And she's sending the dogs, she's sending the dogs after you,
And she's casting her spell, and soon you'll get paid for singing the Blues,
And I'm living the Life, I'm living the Life, or so I am told,
But I'm dying inside, and my soul it feels ugly,
And the Pisces Prince he sits and waits for his breath to take his life away,
He's sedated and jaded, so long as he waited,
For his Queen to ride on silhouettes, and paint his profile in his Sunday's best,
To inject his seed into her head, and lay fresh roses on her bed,
But you know she's no Angel with her wings tied and mangled, she won't be satisfied for you to just pass her by,
But she will wash you, she will dry you, she will enter inside you, like a dream she'll make everything seem real,
And she's sending the dogs, she's sending the dogs after you,
And she's casting her spell, and soon you'll get paid for singing the Blues,
And I'm living the Life, I'm living the Life, or so I am told,
But I'm dying inside, and my soul it feels ugly,
And I've got a notion to swallow this potion,
To take a fortune and make some distortion,
I hear their discussion, how they want destruction,
How they want destruction; how they want control,
How they want to rule the World,
And you, you have gifted hands, you stand on the stage and your presence commands in the motion, like the flow of an ocean,
My friend I know that you are weak, the beauty inside you is what they seek,
They wanna feed off of the warming glow that bleeds out your eyes at the benefit show,
And I know that you're someone who will never have anyone holed inside of you, who will never be glued,
So watch out for the vampires take notice, of the Higher Powers they'll make you a whore, they'll come to your door and ask you for more,
And they're sending the dogs, they're sending the dogs after you,
And they're casting their spell, and soon you'll get paid for singing the Blues,
And I'm living the Life, I'm living the Life, or so I am told,
But I'm dying inside, and my soul it feels ugly,
So I'll bury the Witch, I'll bury the Witch with the ghost of my past,
I'll forget the moment that I ever took a glass,
And she will cut me up, and make her pictures out of my blood,
And I will be forgotten, like parts of the story.