1. WITCHCRAFT

The pack is back to live a life in desolation
Gathering of a wasted youth
So we are deadening our senses
To bury the rotten ideals

It’s an illusion of love
It’s an illusion of warmth
A community of purpose
To get the trip and to lessen the pain

We’re all darkened in a solar eclipse
Nothing but gloom behind the surface
We’re condemned, lost and homeless
If home is where the heart is
Where the heart is supposed to lie
When the heart is supposed to die
All the decay we have denied
The relief is irresistible

This is witchcraft
The pulse of my heart and the storm in my head
Witchcraft
The rush in my veins, the retreat of the pain
Witchcraft
The pills of redemption, the veil of oblivion
Witchcraft
A man who’s not breathing cannot be drowned
The snake’s poison won’t just let you go
‘Cause it’s a fatal game between the high and low
It’s all about endurance and reflection
Recklessness means another injection
You will die in your disguise

There’s no “one for all”, there’s no “all for one”
An era of dishonor has begun
The urban abyss made a pack
Of cannibalistic drug addicts
They got nothing left
They got nothing left