Something wicked this way comes!

I pray the lord will take this pain, before I take the blade straight to my veins. before I become far, far too gone. before the dusk turns into dawn. They say "Just ask, and you shall receive", but never was I told that more trouble would be given to me. Something wicked this way comes, the lies straight from your serpent tongue, Oh how my bones, they twist and bend, as I become the demon within. Tempted by the devil's hand, oh lead me to this so called "Promised land" and fill my cup with whiskey and scotch and rim my glass upon the rocks fore revenge is a dish that's best served cold, so be prepared when my havoc unfolds. Please don't be the reason I use my last breathe, to bestow upon you, this kiss of death. From hell and yet still heaven sent, I'd advise to you to go repent, for my crazy switch has finally been flipped, and your clock is about to tock its last tick, tick, tick, tick...