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Acid Witch - Stoned to the Grave

Album: Stoned Band: Acid Witch Lyrics: Shunned out in the street, like a horrid wretched dog Townsfolk castigate you, say your hair is far too long Denim and black leather shroud you, shining with such filth To deflect the stones they fling at you, their glances set to kill Metal, punk, comic books, and horror vhs Nothing else to live for so you might as well obsess Discovering books of power on the arcane and occult Eating psilocybin leaves you feeling quite possessed Those bastards quote the bible, to tell you how to live You read the Book of Eibon and the Necronomicon Tired of being treated like a leper and pariah and in those books of power you find a new messiah You read a sordid tale about the wicked blood queen master The words on yellowed paper make your heart pump a little faster She was said to haunt the hills of the land which you were born A bent and haggard crone, defiled and thus deformed She'd lure away the towns children, through the woods, into the cave Preserve them in the swamps in their shallow water graves Adepts and fools who sought her, she'd drug and make her slaves and curse the pregnant woman with foul rodent babes Her woeful tale stirs your heart, and strikes a chord of doom Her sigils and her spells make perfect sense to you Reading on you learn about her sad and lonely fate Hunted by the townsfolk- to this you can relate They tied her to the stake and they stoned her with large rocks Watched her in her misery, they all did point and mock And so she met her end, the psychedelic bitch The foul foetid beldame, the horrific Acid Witch She was stoned... to the grave! So now alone within your room, a shadow stirs and looms Your turntable's spinning backwards, the needles grinding through the grooves A malignant cackle echoes, from the speakers vomit spews Load the bong, spark the flame, inhaling of the fumes The ceiling starts to bend and warp, it smells of unearthed tomb Violet light envelops everything, the trip begins for you You are stoned....to the grave! I DON'T OWN THE COPYRIGHTS OF THE SONG