Dismembered

In a cemetery
Voices will carry
Solemn and often grim
Sympathetic magic
Useful, yet tragic
Binds a dismembered limb
Don’t you dare get caught without it
If prophecy is…
More or less uncertain
Throw back the curtain
Fortune or certain doom
Violent, pornographic
Bury the hatchet
Floor of the cutting room
Don’t you dare get caught without it
If prophecy is true
The remedy is…
Silver mounted dyed on a keychain
A graveyard rabbit’s left hind foot
Killed at midnight under a full moon
Tears streamed down as my hand shook
I’m never doing that again
Second thoughts still linger
I run my finger
Through the discolored fur
History advances
I’ll take my chances
Lay bare the jugular
Don’t you dare get caught without it
If prophecy is true
The remedy is…
Silver mounted dyed on a keychain
A graveyard rabbit’s left hind foot
Killed at midnight under a full moon
Tears streamed down as my hand shook
I’m never doing that again
Silver mounted dyed on a keychain
A graveyard rabbit’s left hind foot
Killed at midnight under a full moon
Tears streamed down as my hand shook
I’m never doing that again
I’m never doing that again
I’m never doing that again