mr. crowley

mr. crowley

what went on in your head

mr. crowley

did you talk with the dead

your life style to me seemed so tragic

with the thrill of it all

you fooled all the people with magic

you waited on satan's call

mr. charming

did you think you were pure

mr. alarming

in nocturnal rapport

uncovering things that were sacred manifest on this earth

conceived in the eye of a secret

and they scattered the afterbirth

mr. crowley

won't you ride my white horse

mr. crowley

it's symbolic of course

approaching a time that is classic

i hear maidens call

approaching a time that is drastic

standing with their backs to the wall

i wanna know what you meant