Plough

Don't let your lids black Oil down that attractant That's what you said once outside your cell! We used to go out Chant the names of power Let's hit the plough now, you're back around YHVH now, you broke out No, it isn't the first time you showed up On the first of the month asking me for your cut And some virgin parchment you brought me to read Why'd you pick a virgin over me? That's an adult situation You threw at your childhood contemporary I was never the witch that you made me to be Still, you picked a virgin over me Yeah, you picked a virgin over me Yeah, you picked a virgin The plough emptied out and that was enough I slid towards the door, but you started freaking the fuck out Stop shaking, why you freaking the fuck out? You better stop, 'cause it's freaking me out He wants to burn all my candles, but it isn't for love He wants a burn on his fingers, but I'm not the one to give it He wants sulfur and salt and my name on his arm He wants a burn He wants to burn He wants to burn all my candles, no, that isn't love He wants a burn on his fingers He thinks I'm the one to give it He wants sulfur and salt, and so he's holding me down He wants a burn and it's freaking me out He wants a burn and it's freaking me out He wants a burn and it's freaking me out