Spells Video (MV)

You show it to me only in sleep
A shrine to you and all that you do
Candlelight vigil devotions to you
Your own hair you trimmed, your gangly limbs
I summon you, you come into view
But you know not with what I am fraught

You cast your spells
Your own living hell

A gut feeling of ancientness
Your waywardness trying my graciousness
A heartache of your own making
It's carefully crafted your aching playing
You know not with what you're dabbling in
Foolish child now nobody wins

You cast your spells
Your own living hell

It fractals and falls in on itself
It blooms, it dies, it lives again