Sheared skin and old fur
Sorcerer could conjure
demon in anything
with your raised wand
and tearing
and you,
you conjure demon in me
You conjure demon
Bottles in lilac tree
Bike locks couldn't hold me
You are king in your hall
my whimpering know it all
Yet you,
you conjure demon in me
You conjure demon
Your baths are drawn from my tears
Your fleers are born to ghosts dear
but ghosts will haunt like worst fears
You've made it loud. Time makes it clear
That you,
you conjure demon in me
You conjure demon

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