Creepsville

By the time I got back to Creepsville, you were hiding out
In your shuttered room blind your shuttered pane
Chains were shakin', every ghoul had risen
And the Hand of Glory touched me like a flame

How can you love me then you turn and walk away
Without your headless ghost I surely will expire
The real world's closing in, more frightening than this
Your disembodied voice is just what I desire

By the time I got back to Creepsville, levitating limbs
Were pointing to the grave at the crossroads
Black cat hangin', pale white bones were knockin'
If they're disinterred, how knows where they will go?

How can you love me then you turn and walk away
Without your headless ghost I surely will expire
The real world's closing in, more frightening than this
Your disembodied voice is just what I desire

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