dark and twisted

I'm so dark and twisted, in the morning when I rise. I can't even see myself in the mirror through my eyes. Am I a spirit? Am I Alive? I miss the dark and want to fly. Amongst the creatures of the night this is my cry. Witches broom and cauldron black. See what lies within the sack. Belladonna, sage, and yarrow. And a feather of a sparrow. Crush your bones and take the marrow. Herbs for potions and for spells. We'll make your life just like hell. Candles burn and fade to black, cast a spell to bring you back. Just so we can start all over. Cause you spread all your lies when you're sober.