an iron butterfly

You get out of bed
You wring your hands
Low you hang your head

The room still spins
The vodka, the gin
Cigarettes mean the end.

Morning comes
Like light bulbs burst
One more will do you in.

The fuse is lit
Another “one more hit”
She’s doing it again

She does it right
Eyes cocaine white
She found heaven this time then

Her soul leaves
Floating like a butterfly
But she’s made of iron
Too heavy to fly
So her soul falls back down
And into her mouth
And now she feels
What it feels like to die.

And now the devil
He’s inside her
Penance for what she done before

She can see out her eyes
Fills up her mind with lies
But the devil he’s got control

And once again
She’s back again
But it’s not really her this time

There’s a strap in her mouth
And needles all about
But this isn’t her this time

To the home
Comes Father Combes
For there’s a demon to exorcise

The sinner girl
She’s held down with chains
As the priest demands his name

The demon replies
With a voice that cries
“Legion is my name”

The priest is taken aback
In this room with crosses stacked
Because the demon isn’t one, but many

Her eyes fill with fire
As the prayers surround
While the demons refuse to let go.

With the Bible on her head
And a cross on her heart
Father Combes cries, “Get out of her!”

Her body starts to shake
And her nose it does bleed
As those demons finally do recede

The spectators
Don’t realize it’s all over
But Satan’s got this girl’s soul for good.