I Saw Some Ghosts - Bone Collector

A little drop of poison
I feel the cauldron boiling
The mischief that we summon
We gather the whole coven

Stray from the path
Into the overgrown
Life demands flesh
Death demands bone

The sun shows us where
Their remains remain
The skull's vacant stare
In my dreams again

A little pinch of black salt
Crystals and a hacksaw
In a cut-throat world we're alone
In the end we are just bones

Just a bone collector
Restless as a spectre
Mischievous when I'm summoned
Mess with me you mess with the whole coven

Written by:
Cameron Banks

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