Return home,
Light on,
Stuck to the mirror,
Hecate Pose.
Grey suit,
Brown shoes,
All I did was pray to the devil,
(I made it all come true).
I want to keep you,
(If we do it my way)
If you’re suffering,
How I’m here.
To believe you,
(My only).
But you’re suffering,
And you want it,
And you think I deserve it.
I could leave you,
(or we could do this my way)
Return home.
Light on.
I’m stuck to the mirror,
In a Hecate Pose.
Grey suit,
Brown shoes.
All I did was pray to the devil.
I made it all come true.