I fell in love with a blue faced girl
as I fell to my knees at the crossroads
she descended to earth in a plastic bubble
speaking in tongues of false prophets
ugly as sin and possessed beyond hope
we made love as we flew through the sky
cursed to one day crash and burn
because we fly so goddamned high
to my surprise she was a witch
from salem massachusetts
a high priestess of the occult
in the church of satan
a demon and unholy ghost
the parasite had found its host
inside the cold and vacant soul
of this one and only love
between the devil and deep blue sea
the story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy
this is a love song for a witch
a romantic remembrance for this
is a love song for a witch
this is a love song for a witch
a romantic remembrance for this
is a love song for a witch
spinning crucifixes on the bedroom wall of the possessed
as words appear in blood like deep incisions on her chest
her head gyrates and turns three hundred and sixty degrees
as poison apples in the garden fall down from the trees
between the devil and deep blue sea
the story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy
between the devil and deep blue sea
the story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy
this is a love song for a witch
a romantic remembrance for this
is a love song for a witch
this is a love song for a witch
a romantic remembrance for this
is a love song for a witch
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