Death she must have been your will   A bone beneath the reaper’s veil   With your voice my belly sunk   And I began to feel so drunk   Candle candle on my clock   Oh lord I must have heard you knock me out of bed   As the flames licked my head and my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack   It was real and I repent   All those messages you sent clear as day, but in the night   Oh I couldn’t get it right   Here is a church and here is a steeple   Open the doors there are the people   And all their little hearts at ease   For another week’s disease   And eagle eagle towel and scream   I never once left in between   I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents   Down my throat in the pit, with my head upon the spit   Oh reverend please can I chew your ear? I have become what I most fear   And I know there’s no such thing as ghosts but I have seen the demon host