consumed

It's 4am and she is so consumed
The spell you placed on her leaves her cursed with your doom
Your devilish ways make her wonder what to do
A puppet on a string is what she is to you

"It is the witching hour"
He whispers nice and slow
He holds all the power
And that is all she knows

He is the monster hiding under the bed
He is the voice that sings inside of her head
And sharing this bed with him she is so consumed

"It is the witching hour"
He holds her tight and close
She knows she needs to leave
But she can't let him go

He is the monster hiding under the bed
He is the voice that sings inside of her head
And sharing this bed with him she is so consumed

He is the monster hiding under the bed
He is the voice that sings inside of her head
And sharing this bed with him she is so consumed

He holds all the power
And that is all she knows