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 inside
With the maggots in her orifices

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

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 always lie.

Touching tattoos, and committing sins.
Making love with you, the devil grins.