Timber Timbre - Demon Host [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Death she must have been your will
A bone beneath the reaper's veil
With your voice, my belly sunk
And I began to feel so drunk
Candle, candle, on my clock
Oh Lord, I must have heard you knock me out of bed
As the flames licked my head
And my lungs filled up black
In their tiny little shack
It was real and I repent
All those messages you sent
Clear as day, but in the night
Oh, I couldn't get it right

[Verse 2]
Here is a church and here is a steeple
Open the doors, there are the people
And all their little hearts at ease
For another week's disease
And eagle, eagle, towel and scream
I never once left in between
I was on the fence
And I never wanted your two cents
Down my throat, into the pit
With my head upon the spit
Oh reverend, please, can I chew your ear?
I have become what I most fear
And I know there's no such thing as ghosts
But I have seen the demon host…