Cellar Door

I've got a case of something great

It keeps me bed-ridden and turns my hair grey

I can't tell you much, don't mean to be vague

But you best avoid me like the black plague

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Black magic don't show up on autopsies

But I'm on to you like pods on peas

You serve shiny apples with insides of grease

But luck gave my lifeline a different disease

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You may have your kill cult, your secrets, your juice

A Romeo's charm and a drug dealer's boost

The keys to the castle, the rich man's caboose

But down in the basement, you'd reach for the noose

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In the woods, with the black doves and mourners

Would you still have the strength to scorn her?

Alone in the woods, with no sight of the border

Would you tough it out or be the sojourner?

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You think you know black

But you don't know jack

You think you know white

But light is a different stripe

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Her bare skin is painted on

Her carcass is so transparent

Traversing the cellar door

Her whimpers would outrun the roars