The Witch and Her Magic Box

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it means to be a slave Diana my colleague was a witch Damn, what a bitch Keeps under her hat demons growling Threatening, angrily patrolling In your dreams hack around confined Trying to hypnotize your mind And you want it too, it's fine That's where they get the money. Behold, swines The shaft, the cave, the surf board on this wave Of the drunken hopes of mine that are buried near your grave And I crave for the days when we were modelling our paths straight Half past 8 near the wooden pine forest, I greet you: hey, get away And I'm yawning while I'm chased For the enemy to think that I have jumped out of the maze Effortlessly Beware the bird of prey And the raven with black magic that is leading you astray, behave Well, I'm caught behind the trade The darkness in the gaze points out that there's a masquerade Put on for the fool in me The witch and her magic box Deceived me once again I fell in your trap, though I never returned your pen The shaft, the cave, the surf board on this wave Of the drunken hopes of mine that are buried near your grave And I crave for the days when we were modelling our paths straight Half past 8 near the wooden pine forest, I greet you: hey, get away