Life is over, death devour
Time spares no one, nothing matters
The pale moon's high, on the witching hour
Demons ride in on the wind, passing through my locks
I hear scratching in the walls, and heart beats in the clocks
My mother is tapping at the window, she wants to be let in
But she's been dead for years, so what wears her face then??
I listen to the screaming, it comes from all around
Morphing into laughter and gurgling sounds
A phone rings loudly, and when I pick it up
Its the Witch calling just hex and wish me luck
When I sleep, I feel im rotting from the inside and out