You got this look about you and it aint right
Oh but you still got the looks
I hear em talk about you
I hear em curse
Curses dark but quiet
I wont think about you
When i wont think
Oooh and blessed be that night
I'm tired but i wont rest
The candles are burnin low
I leave you with this hex
The one that leaves dying dying slow
Oh no you gotta gotta go
I wrote this song about you
With cursed blood
That i cut with holy mud
I spread it with my fingers
I write the flood
Of fears flies bones and blood
Theyll forget all about you
But i got your name
A slave to the fire a moth to the flame
I'm tired but i dont jest
Though flames always ebb and flow
I leave you with this hex
The one that leaves your crying
My solemn oath
Just a pinch of juniper malice
The brownest moss
And all the souls ive ever lost
A spade of hearts
An unturned stone
A wild hogs back femur bone
The ashes of your elders
A virgin spoon
A violent storm
And all the blood from the moon
I'd give it all to you
I'd give it all to you