Something Wicked

Michale Graves

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Fly, spread your demon wings over my
Winter lullaby
Poison pushes from the inside
A main line into the night

Something wicked
In the black stretch hearse
A community of flies
Searching for the light

Eyes, everywhere they are watching me
I can't get them out of mind
They send transmissions from the inside
A main line into the night

Something wicked
In the black stretch hearse
Community of flies
Searching for the light

Something wicked
(Something wicked)