Warlocks - Aaron Ross

There is a Witch, a mouth that is stitched between lipstick black as night,

and as night you’ll meet her in the morning

And her King he is the God of Lightning

Thrashes on the cymbals brightly

Saunters when he talks and walks

To liquor stores on city blocks

And you know I quit dreaming when her eyes

There were demons transcending through mine

To the other side

And I’m possessed

By a feeling she’s coming for you

I’m foreseeing you better beware

If you even care

And she’s sending the dogs

She’s sending the dogs after you

And she’s casting her spell

And soon you’ll get paid for singing the Blues

And I’m living the Life

I’m living the Life, or so I am told

But I’m dying inside, and my soul it feels ugly

And the Pisces Prince he sits and waits

For his breath to take his life away

He’s sedated and jaded, so long as he waited

For his Queen to ride on silhouettes

And paint his profile in his Sunday’s best

To inject his seed into her head

And lay fresh roses on her bed

But you know she’s no Angel with her wings tied and mangled

She won’t be satisfied for you to just pass her by

But she will wash you

She will dry you

She will enter inside you

Like a dream

She’ll make everything seem real

And she’s sending the dogs

She’s sending the dogs after you

And she’s casting her spell

And soon you’ll get paid for singing the Blues

And I’m living the Life, I’m living the Life, or so I am told

But I’m dying inside, and my soul it feels ugly

And I’ve got a notion to swallow this potion

To take a fortune and make some distortion

I hear their discussion, how they want destruction

How they want destruction, how they want control

How they want to rule the World

And you, you have gifted hands

You stand on the stage and your presence commands

In the motion

Like the flow of an ocean

My friend I know that you are weak

The beauty inside you is what they seek

They wanna feed off of the warming glow that bleeds out your eyes at the

benefit show

And I know that you’re someone who will never have anyone holed inside of you

Who will never be glued

So watch out for the vampires, take notice of the Higher Powers They’ll make

you a whore

They’ll come to your door

And ask you for more

And they’re sending the dogs

They’re sending the dogs after you

And they’re casting their spell

And soon you’ll get paid for singing the Blues

And I’m living the Life, I’m living the Life, or so I am told

But I’m dying inside, and my soul it feels ugly

So I’ll bury the Witch

I’ll bury the Witch with the ghost of my past

I’ll forget the moment that I ever took a glass

And she will cut me up

And make her pictures out of my blood

And I will be forgotten

Like parts of the story