Incantations - Cloud Rat

Pissing blood

She smells like her bed

She casts little spells all over her body

Flicking the syringe

Her jewel toned eyes

Look like a sea serpent’s

Sedated and screaming

The chemicals in her mind

Form a perfect toxic cocktail

All she does is worry

Rocking back and forth

Lonely, lonely

Lonely, lonely

«I feel it in me»

She’s like a hole

Dressed in shreds

And scared to death

Take my blood

And see whats wrong