I caught a spirit

No one could tell

How it would dance

Under my spell

I caught a spirit

No one could see

How she did move

Weightless and free

Spinning on the T.V. like in an post-movie

Leaping in front of me to a Tchaikovski CD

Moving all around me just like she fucking owned me.

Prancing like a virgin like she's the angel of anarchy.

Comfortable in my own coffin

I turn a light on, let the moths in.

When the purple aura stalks me

I'll try to look a bit less shady.

My life's a closed book.

Hack a jigsaw turning looks.

I'm affraid of the archons.

Lizard-shadow parasite verbatims.

Set a windmill on fire.

I'm over the edge with paranoïa.

I'm as mad as a hatter.

I just needed to controle the stigma.