The Wicked

I must be out of my mind
Toasting the coffins in front of the bride
I must be a little insane
The light is the key but I'm still in these chains
I must be here in the brain
These voices they call and they come back again
A little wicked
A little wicked

I must be riding the crow
Plucking white feathers off doves don't you know
I must be wearing a mask
Down by the river I drink from a flask
I must be out of my mind
I'm dead, Im dead, I'm still alive

The cave is so cold restless with age
Burning this soul burning with rage
Tears are his hope fear is his way
Am I wicked
Yes I'm wicked
Yes I'm wicked
Yes I'm wicked

I must be out of my mind
Toasting these coffins in front of the Bride
I must be a little insane
The light is the key but I'm still in these chains
Wicked
Cause I'm wicked
Yes I'm wicked
Yes I'm wicked



Credits
Writer(s): John Pappas
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