Occultist fires, sharp toothed saw
You rub your eyes til I go blind
I failed the grade, unfamiliarly

The black goat came to stay,
In this place no one dared to witness

I stood on both sides of that old barn door
This is my one move to you,
This is violence, my own owed servitude

Blank check devotion
Black eyes gleaming with rage
Total darkness of a well

Tearing down what light had built
In fevered dreams of pure crimson silk

Forget this admission
It serves but one

Never come back, you
Run run run