Mr. Crowley

Mr. Crowley What went on in your head Mr. Crowley did you talk with the dead Your lifestile to me seems so tragic with the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic you waited on Satan's call Mr. Charming did you think you were pure Mr. Alarming in nocturnal report Uncovering things that were sacred manifest on this earth Concealed in the eye of a secret and they scattered the afterbirth Mr. Crowley won't you ride my white horse Mr. Crowley It's symbolic, of course Approaching a time that is cla*sic I hear maiden's call approaching a time that is drastic standing with their backs to the wall I wanna know what you meant