El-creepo! Witch Hunt
When we die, whre do we go? Many have theories but no one knows You're the apple of my eye Come a little closer and I'll take a bite I'll be your lover and your best friend We could start a new religion What do they want from me? A deathbed confession or a heartfelt apology? Let's start a witchhunt, scapegoat The pagan girls Cupid shoots poison arrows at the virgins and the scarecrows Let's pass the kool-aid, strychnine and strawberry It's a Jonestown holiday And all the kids are in their graves The Mayan calanders are ending soon Armageddon, say the prophets of doom Black holes in the Milky Way Maybe tomorrow but not today What do you want from me? Hope of an afterlife and a sense of security I see you blushing in a room full of mirrors Naked and laying on broken glass In brittle tones I hear you calling out But it's too late to save you now Cause I'm floating down stream On these haunted rivers Falling asleep among the charred remains
