Lyrics Spellbinder - Azusa

Spellbinder

I’m miles behind you
You make it perfectly clear
Lay a guilt trip on me
Want me to feed your ambitions
We are under a spell
A seductive performance
Ostentatiously
Accompany your poisonous tongue
While the smoke from your guns
Leave your followers choking
The tongue — the weapon
To bless and curse
Shapes of the past surfacing
Returning for judgment
The mirror and the light
Obscured, contagious
Transforming into your image
We are under a spell
The crowd
The crew
The clown
We are all under a spell
Your blind spot thoroughly
Kept in its place
By hypnotized acolytes