The Witching Hour (Part II)

Twelve miles into the mountains

A house with a neighbor-less wooded lot

All the animals in hibernation

No sound but the wind and the ghosts that haunt

Here in this place

Is a man of eighteen

Out to prove god exists

Through demonic activity

He turns off all the lights

And braces for the late nights

Of turning crosses upside down

Just to talk to the darkest spawn of hell

His hands shiver and swell

As he sees the door across the hall

Open and close itself

It started with the open doors, the open doors

Voices that I've never heard before, never heard before

Long nights hearing footsteps

Voices calling out his name

Cups flying off the table

The demons are here

And he is to blame

If you pray

For the demons to flee

The place that they stay

Then they'll come back

With seven more than with which they came

Tranquility for two days

Before he called out their names

And they came back

Cutting arms and pulling shades

He filmed them through the night

Saying his name

Saying, "Down with your King."

Candles that light themselves

Blood on the door frame

I'm here all alone

But it feels like I'm amongst a group of people

That want me dead

A warrant over my head

I got the proof I wanted

I got the proof I needed

I got the proof I wanted

They still watch me in my sleep

They still watch me sleep

They still watch me in my sleep

They still watch me sleep

I got the proof I wanted

They still watch me in my sleep

I got the proof I wanted

They still watch me sleep

I got the proof I wanted