Demon Host

Death, she must have been your will
 A bone beneath the reaper's veil
 With your voice my belly sunk
 And I began to feel so drunk
 Candle, candle, on my clock
 Oh Lord, I must have heard you knock me out of bed
 As the flames licked my head
 And my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack
 It was real and I repent
 All those messages you sent, clear as day, but in the night
 Oh, I couldn't get it right
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 Here is a church and here is a steeple
 Open the doors there are the people
 And all their little hearts at ease
 For another week's disease
 And eagle, eagle, towel, and scream
 I never once left in between
 I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents
 Down my throat, in the pit, with my head upon the spit
 Oh Reverend, please, can I chew your ear?
 I've become what I most fear
 And I know there's no such thing as ghosts
 But I have seen the demon host