Well aren't you just the Aleister Crowley of bad neighborhoods
Aren't you just the dark spirit of the liquor store?

Feeling of foreboding
Overwhelming sense of dread
A creeping headache
Transmissions from the dead

You should have seen it coming
Some rocks should stay unturned
You never should have moved (in)
You should have left them interred

Feeling of foreboding
Overwhelming sense of dread
A creeping headache
Transmissions from the dead

You should have gone off running
Warning signs were all too clear
Never should have made an offer
Should've turned around in fear

But here you are

Feeling of foreboding
Overwhelming sense of dread
A creeping headache
Transmissions from the dead
You should have left them interred