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candle magic
candle magic
blood magic
black magic
white magic
killing
cursing
hexing
blessing
playing with your life is my favorite thing to do
but you just dont know how much my magic affects you
you go about your daily life
like nothing is the matter
but deep in your heart you know
your world is about to shatter
life getting worse
suicide approaching
its your life the one i am coaching
time goes by
your health starts to fall
but your life
i own it all
your no longer free
but your souls now belongs to me
lighting theses candles one by one
messing with your life
im having fun
time goes by day by day
in this lonely life of yours
your lead astray
into the dark woods your follow the trail
at the end of the path your find your own hell
you see your family hanged gutted from a tree
but you look down
by the stump
and see little oh me
knife in my hand im coming for you
your frozen in fear you dont know what to do
you turn around and trip like a fool
i now have stabbed you in the neck
with my knife
because it is the tool
i drag your body up the tree
i gut you and hang you
so you will be with your family
i walk away knowing i did a job well done
but sorry to say
i killed my only son
blood magic
black magic
white magic
killing
cursing
hexing
blessing
playing with your life is my favorite thing to do
but you just dont know how much my magic affects you
you go about your daily life
like nothing is the matter
but deep in your heart you know
your world is about to shatter
life getting worse
suicide approaching
its your life the one i am coaching
time goes by
your health starts to fall
but your life
i own it all
your no longer free
but your souls now belongs to me
lighting theses candles one by one
messing with your life
im having fun
time goes by day by day
in this lonely life of yours
your lead astray
into the dark woods your follow the trail
at the end of the path your find your own hell
you see your family hanged gutted from a tree
but you look down
by the stump
and see little oh me
knife in my hand im coming for you
your frozen in fear you dont know what to do
you turn around and trip like a fool
i now have stabbed you in the neck
with my knife
because it is the tool
i drag your body up the tree
i gut you and hang you
so you will be with your family
i walk away knowing i did a job well done
but sorry to say
i killed my only son
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