it's not as complicated as it sounds
stuck in a coffin coughin'
my hands'll grip the chalk and
pentagram and set it off and
i'd hate to step and scare ya
knowing two and three better
four to five and whatever
through the leaves like when the wind breezin'
bringin' yo' flames to melt this
tongue on the tonsil death kiss
my soul is rather precious
deel if you've never felt this
prayer couldn't even help this
i'm the head on the willow
gotta grin and i'm sun spotted
incoherent idiots got me flarin'