I've got a case of something great
It keeps me bed-ridden and turns my hair grey
I can't tell you much, don't mean to be vague
But you best avoid me like the black plague

Black magic don't show up on autopsies
But I'm on to you like pods on peas
You serve shiny apples with insides of grease
But luck gave my lifeline a different disease

You may have your **** cult, your secrets, your juice
A Romeo's charm and a drug dealer's boost
The keys to the castle, the rich man's caboose
But down in the basement, you'd reach for the noose

In the woods, with the black doves and mourners
Would you still have the strength to scorn her?
Alone in the woods, with no sight of the border
Would you tough it out or be the sojourner?

You think you know black
But you don't know jack
You think you know white
But light is a different stripes

Her bare skin is painted on
Her carcass is so transparent
Traversing the cellar door
Her whimpers would outrun the roars