The Calling 歌词

The wicked flicker of your evil eye Shown me your bad side, your bad side The stolen vision of the fiction you memorize Are knives that sharpen up my sky I fell in your spell Thrown drunk to drown In my wishing well And strangled by the knives that were there to help One day Ill be back around Youre wearing thin on skin you infested Youre a legend to the grave of guests you left undead So keep your fingers crossed And watch your back when youre down Their ain't no magic to the spell Im casting now Superstition keeps on calling Superstition come around Youre a Phenomenon in your cold skin A vision incisionary and yore swollen Your words sit knee deep in broken blades But that aint as bad as your overlong stays Theses seven years in the halls of broken mirrors And living in fear is gone Cause the thrill of the fear I found Was a knife in the back I found You can only bury someone so far down Before they grab your neck and twist it around Superstition keeps on calling Superstition come around And take em back to hell You&re wearing thin on skin you infested Youre a legend to the grave of guests you left undead BREAKDOWN Superstition keeps on calling Superstition keeps on calling Superstition keeps on calling Superstition keeps on calling Superstition keeps on calling Superstition come around Superstition keeps on calling Superstition come around