Don't turn the lights off
There's monsters in the dark
She ashed my cigarette on her wrist to leave a mark
Paper notes under her nails
Tight jeans, thigh gap, and white tail
Do you think you're in purgatory?
It's okay, it's stop, tell a different story
If I left you notes, would you grow to adore me?
She snuck out her window
Momento mori
Whole town grieving
Death before dishonor
Flashing lights, questions
But nobody had saw her
Pretty face plastered
Hit the gas, go faster
I think she's a spell-caster
Someone call the pastor
Whole town grieving
Death before dishonor
Flashing lights, questions
But nobody had saw her
Pretty face plastered
Hit the gas, go faster
I think she's a spell-caster
Someone call the pastor
VHS camera, focusing on the woods
Finger-pointing, cries that, "their not doing good"
If this was 1962, would they call you a witch?
And if you were given the chance, would you make the switch?
The blood isn't even red from the lack of saturation
If you were given a chance, would you learn about creation?
Rum, tug, tugger, go back to your mother
Screaming cry for help that isn't answered by the others
Whole town grieving
Death before dishonor
Flashing lights, questions
But nobody had saw her
Pretty face plastered
Hit the gas, go faster
I think she's a spell-caster
Someone call the pastor
Whole town grieving
Death before dishonor
Flashing lights, questions
But nobody had saw her
Pretty face plastered
Hit the gas, go faster
I think she's a spell-caster
Someone call the pastor
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