Hush, do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
Stop, I feel you in my brain,
I feel your hands surround,
My soul is stole again.
When I'm in the spell,
And I'm burning in your fire,
I smell that incense pluming
Consumed in my lungs.
Cut the cords,
I'm not your puppet anymore
And I'll fight the spell.
Fool, don't play with magics black,
That cunning stuff will push you to the front,
And stab you in the back.
Fool, I may have lost my mind
But when that karma comes around
It's yours you'll have to find.
If you'll back down,
Lower your hands,
Save your soul,
Close the page,
Walk away.