She's a magical, mystical woman She's queen of the night Lady evil, evil There's a place just south of Witches' Valley Where they say the wind won't blow And they only speak in whispers of her name There's a lady they say who feeds the darkness It eats

Black police showin' out for the white cop White police showin' out for the black cop Break em off some Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop What you doing boy, turning that blood clart Buck shot shot, they fire through the drug spot Robots,

I remember "Baby, come home" She's in a long black coat tonight Waiting for me in the downpour outside She's singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears While the rhythm of the rain keeps time And I remember "Baby, come home" Did you ever love her? Do

I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color Whoa, whoa, whoa When they make a darker color I hope the roof flies off and I get blown out out into space I always make such expensive mistakes I know it's just a number but you're the 8th wonder Don't

I won't go back 'Cause I'm sick of the person I used to be So stressed out, burned out, living in my agony Hated all the words that they said to me So I jacked up, blacked out, wasted all those memories 'Cause I'm sick of you I'm sick of me I'm sick of

Interpretation of early black and white haitian love songs Oceans wept Moutains slept Sidewalks crumbled to ash Your name remains In children's lullabies And your eyes forever in the sky

Killer, intruder, homicidal man If you see me coming run as fast as you can. I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. I have no remorse for the blood that I spill. A merciless butcher who lives underground. I'm out out to destroy and I will cut you down.

I've got to go where you are Chloe! Chloe! Someone's calling, no reply Nightshade's falling, hear him sigh Empty spaces in his eyes Empty arms outstretched, he's crying Through the black of night If it's dark or bright I'll go through the dismal swampland

As the world burns Beneath the ground Godspeed hell bound Shattered cries of the Prayers never heard War of the gods that Drown out out of words Decisions that kill And bullets that fly

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast