I sit around the table and chuckle to myself at the thought of contacting the dead
Sitting here watching, as a so-called medium chants
Watching her sway back and forth, her fully knowing these grief ridden people need to be fed
Looking like a mad women as she sways and rants.
I have never believed you can contact the dead
I came here only as a favor to you, my friend
These poor people here, hanging on to every word that is being said
I guess one would do anything to have a hurting heart, that needed to mend.
A candle in the middle of a table, illuminating a very small light
Then a wind from nowhere, the wind extinguishes the dim light
The only light there is now, comes through a window, shining the moonlight
Now the stage is set, for a very exciting night.
How could anyone believe such a farce and a lie?
Now the medium starts to speak, sounding like a male
Asking things like why did I have to die?
This medium's intentions are to make one big sale.
But soon something strange starts to happen
It's lie I feel tingling going up and down my spine
My eyes, everything looks blurred and my head,well it starts to spin.
I don't realize what I am doing, if my actions are out of line.
Nothing like this to me has ever happened before
Seems the entity wasn't satisfied with the medium, so it made its way into me
I wasn't a believer in all this paranormal stuff and lore
As I speak, I watch myself, knowing whatever is speaking is not me.
