Fingers down a window pane.
Cross my heart and chant my name.
Warlocks are what witches won’t be.
Slip these ropes and escape with me.
What lurks in the ashes is but a freak of nature.
I will not repent for all you fakes here.
Withered to a husk and it will really break ya.
Especially when in sets your fear.
Slit their necks from ear to ear!
Polarised by inactions hand.
Upon it you will find a brand.
Settled scores with fires might.
Set ablaze that which does no right.
What lurks in the ashes is but a freak of nature.
I will not repent for all you fakes here.
Withered to a husk and it will really break ya.
Especially when in sets your fear.
Slit their necks from ear to ear!
Kill these lights and snuff all stars.
Fold your arms as you bend these bars.
Vent your spleen just like a wound.
Watch as all this shit is bloomed.
Loosed upon these ever nights.
Festering field of deadly blights!
What lurks in the ashes is but a freak of nature.
I will not repent for all you fakes here.
Withered to a husk and it will really break ya.
Especially when in sets your fear.
Slit their necks from ear to ear!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 