Demon Host

Oh, oh oh Death, she must have been your will A bone beneath the reaper's veil With your voice my belly sunk And I began to feel so drunk Candle, candle, on my clock Oh Lord, I must have heard you knock me out of bed As the flames licked my head And my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack It was real and I repent All those messages you sent, clear as day, but in the night Oh, I couldn't get it right Oh, oh oh Here is a church and here is a steeple Open the doors there are the people And all their little hearts at ease For another week's disease And eagle, eagle, talon, scream I never once left in between I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents Down my throat, in to the pit, with my head upon the spit Oh Reverend, please, can I chew your ear? I've become what I most fear And I know there's no such thing as ghosts But I have seen the demon host Ooh, ooh ooh