The Spell - Solarstone & Clare Stagg

Hush, do you see what I see?

Do you hear what I hear?

Do you feel what I feel?

Stop, I feel you in my brain,

I feel your hands surround,

My soul is stole again.

Fool, don’t play with magics black,

That cunning stuff will push you to the front,

And stab you in the back.

Fool, I may have lost my mind

But when that karma comes around

It’s yours you’ll have to find.

When I’m in the spell,

And I’m burning in your fire,

I smell that incense pluming

Consumed in my lungs.

Cut the cords, I’m not your puppet anymore

And I’ll fight the spell.

When I’m in the spell,

And I’m burning in your fire,

I smell that incense pluming

Consumed in my lungs.

Cut the cords, I’m not your puppet anymore

And I’ll fight the spell.