The Talking Board

I shook the Ouija board like an etch-a-sketch 

Summoned up a devil, while I buried the bitch. 

Face down among the sea salt 

And I'll never forget. 

Clawing at the ground and gasping for breath. 

I lit the fucking candle & put the shit in check, 

Reversed the fucking message so my demons could get it. 

They answered back with "No" So I took the planchette, 

Smashed it in the face of the ghost that forgets to..

Say my fucking name when I am at the table, 

Levitate the mother fucker as a Necromancer. 

Breathed back the spirit when it checked "Yes" for possession 

Body contorted on the floor as I exhaled the vapor. 

It slid to "Goodbye" without a fucking Hello, 

I gave up the ghost 'cause I prefer the cold. 

I'd rather be a tool for dark machinations 

Than live within a world of fake ass, fake shit. 

So slide the fucking dial and rock the grave hits 

Lay amongst the dead like a nap on the weekends 

Evoke the spirit in the mirror, & let those freaks in. 

Better stay awake, & don't let 'em catch you sleeping 

Keep your eyes peeled tight when you hear them creeping 

So hold a fucking hand if you fear a séance world 

A game is just a game with a talking board.