Hush, Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?

Stop, I feel you in my brain
I feel your hands around
My soul is stolen again

When I’m in the spell
And I’m burning in your fire
I smell your incense blooming
Consuming my lungs
Cut the cords
I’m not your puppet anymore
And I’ll fight that spell

Fool, Don’t play with magic’s black
That cunning stuff will push you to the front
And stab you in the back

Fool, I may have lost my mind
But when the [bad word] around
It’s yours you’ll have to find

When I’m in the spell
And I’m burning in your fire
I smell your incense blooming
Consuming my lungs
Cut the cords
I’m not your puppet any more
And I’ll fight that spell

If you back down
Lower your hand
Save your soul
Close the page
Walk away

When I’m in the spell
And I’m burning in your fire
I smell your incense blooming
Consuming my lungs
Cut the cords
Cause I’m not your puppet any more
And I’ll fight that spell