My house is haunted with a thousand lost conduits/ like the walls added VOX to it/ fought the boss and I lost to him// I followed Dom into the desert and the Devil ain't hesitate/ I thought the knowledge was God/ Yeah, Mephistopheles saw to it//// I seen felines pierce the veil and teleport through the daylight/ I seen equine rear they heads at hella orbs on the ley lines // I seen the lady in red 7 or 8 times in my life and she was way fine/ I ain't lyin'/ She could make an IPA "whine"////

As a kid you will be unaware these rituals like "Bloody Mary" all contribute something scary/ Something unseen, all but tearing// Can he grab me, Candyman?/ He CAN and drag me down to where the oxygen and sand are married/ (where) creature, truth, and man are buried//// Doesn't matter if it's Catholic mass, confirmation, Christian baptism, patty-cake, ouija, television-- there's a little bit of black magick in it// Secular heck ya learned/ MK Ultra the whole fuckin' village/ Yes I'm charismatic, feel it? There's a little bit of sex magick spillin'////

As I channel the past, I'm remembering I met her once, standing in darkness, I'm damn certain// OR maybe what I'm so sure had to be a live apparition actually was a patch-in to a memory played back for me//// The biggest lesson to which I've manifested an understanding truth hid when love was too black, was: the esoteric and the etheric peer in from time to time, but when you touch darkness, yo, it touches you back///