Chasing Dreams

If you follow a black cat Instead of a white rabbit

Distrust

Superstition like paranoia Is just being cautious If they're really out to get you

Drink your poison Every last drop

The glow of their eerie grins Seem to follow me As they flicker

Witching hour is almost here Fear the chill that creeps

I've made friends With the monster

There's a noose around her neck That gets tighter and tighter

Hear the creaking of footsteps In the dead of night

Bury your demons And see what grows

Cauldron's alight Bring it to a boil