Addicted to the sorcery.

The spells that they preach.

Runs sirens of brewing storms in the air that they reach.

They're haunting like needles,

Told whispers of tall shame.

Every promise is like knives stabbing one wound over and over again.

Draining insides of poisoned blood. 

Sending angels insane.

Driven by foolish boisterous noises as if horns became trains.

Trained humans talk aimlessly. 

Stumble to pick up mass amounts.

As shells die young and old people are forced to sing so long they've lost count.

The magic pounds rules, 

Spewing authority in our veins.

We people must listen to the loud chanting voices to gain.

As if the earth falls between dying, 

Living and breathing bring pain.

Silent records of the same old dusty tune send even the strongest...

Wait... I'll refrain...

As the mist spits out constant dreams,

Nightmares stomp through reality.

Focus of hard inhales becomes prominent to sick hosts.

 In which brains remember tragedy the most.

Bells of appealing ringing fill the air in cheer.

Sadly though, everyone knows the truth lies in despair.

Ashes.... ashes... 

The truth starts to tear.

Images of what's beneath become visually impaired.

Take a bow they say.

Smile

Fake it til you make it.

Know the true meaning of--

Control...