Eden's Ghost - I Talked To Mr. Crowley, He Wants Ozzy's Royalties

I talked to Mr. Crowley!
I said oh say it isn't so!
I'm rocking back and forth in shock
On a tiled kitchen floor
Said my friend Zehr, you threw despair
Towards my lover's head
I may have been too simple, forward
But now he's fucking dead
To cease this nightmare, cleanse my palette
I need solutions, need an outlet
Jesus wept in this depiction
Where will I find my contrition?

I'm up on that pale white horse
You rode it long ago
Fed up with the 16th course
Find comfort in the status quo
For whence he came? And Where'll I die?
The ground is marked in pitchfork red
And marching to the beat of level
Hearts, I've lost my head

I'm tiptoeing through this mess
Where they rest their necks
And test their back-break beds
Ready for the feds
Fuck downing shots of Jep's Mallort
It's poison in more ways than one
I'd rather see my soul contort
To honor Spirits, Father, Son
Could conference with the
Uncouth choir
Place a dagger at my chin?
Said when I wrap the noose,
the friar:
"Will I be given a chance to sin?"

I'm up on that pale white horse
You rode it long ago
Fed up with the 16th course
Find comfort in the status quo
For whence he came? And Where'll I die?
The ground is marked in pitchfork red
And marching to the beat of level
Hearts, I've lost my head
Past purity, sanctity
Retribution, vagrancy
Delight be taken
When I awaken
To the sullen eyes of God

He's rising now despite my wrath
He says
Take me back to half and half
I said
I don't know how I could
Live a life eternal with you

I'm up on that pale white horse
You rode it long ago
Fed up with the 16th course
Find comfort in the status quo
For whence he came? And Where'll I die?
The ground is marked in pitchfork red
And marching to the beat of level
Hearts, I've lost my head
Past purity, sanctity
Retribution, vagrancy
Delight be taken
When I awaken
To the sullen eyes of God

Written by:
Imogen Eyler, Luc Van Haelewyn

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