I'm under curses, but I just can't help it.
I got an exorcism, but I never even felt it.
I'm under curses, but I just can't lift em';
people outside say that it's a gift and
it all goes down at one point or another;
I'm bound to cast spells with him and his brother.
I've got a little glass vial and a few dried roses --
you clearly aren't aware of the threat that I pose.
Scribbled pages hanging everywhere:
tell me if a hex is just too much to bear.
Let's seek refuge in the castle by the creek --
as we run past midnight, we're far too weak.
Our time has come and we've taken our chance.
Let's all rejoice and commence the witches' dance!