The light is on, the devil is always home, she keeps me warm, sometimes the nightmares shake her but never to the core, I always awake in their House of Wiccedness.
I ain't bad but hell knows I sure ain't good, I ain't a demon but I damn sure ain't know saint, so when the morning light comes, throw up a sigh to Lilith, rock-n-roll, baby, got us through one more night and you know where I'll be, in my pulpit in the House of Wiccedness.
One candle to keep the flame of love burning. One candle to light my way in this misery. One candle to remind me I took my turn on the roller coaster. One candle to bring tomorrow to this House of Wiccedness.
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