love Mystic The mystic has me leaning Her lipstick has me dreaming Filling up her tummy With my mother fucking demon Erotic devil corpus Fortune telling corpses God, I want to be
love Unblessed be her name Wicked bitch, remove the britches My bitch's bitch is my bitch too, bitch My wicked witch come unto you, bitch Bitch, sigil fits, her mask on for you, bitch
love Occasion Your love locked in the box in my chest. Opened every equinox, ours is the best. Cards read, there is no need to scry. Even dead, next to you I'll
