Dissolution

The tonic that you drink Brings the night With a demon's dust inside With slurring words And blurring sight A captive now You close your eyes Submit to my degenerate designs A pulse, but not so much—barely alive We shall conceive a witch tonight We shall conceive a witch tonight And you awake in morning light Violated violently You cry out to your Christian god To help you understand The human side of psychopaths Does not exist, is not of men My lack of empathy transcends Your comprehension Your soul erased Burnt in heathen's fire May the Incubus Conquer your desires Submit to my degenerate designs A pulse, but not so much—barely alive We shall conceive a witch tonight We shall conceive a witch tonight