Occult imagery, mental distress, supernatural themes
These lyrics are steeped in folk/witchcraft imagery, including references to planchettes (Ouija board tools), omens, ghosts, sage burning, sacrificial lamb imagery, and occult symbolism (blackbirds in groups of seven, fish heads as omens). The tone is haunting and melancholic, with themes of mental distress, supernatural anxiety, and possibly grief or depression ('tossin' turnin' in an open grave', 'walking with the ghosts'). There is a reference to a 'double dose' which could imply medication or substance use in a mental health context. There is no sexual content, profanity, or graphic violence. The content is not extreme but the occult/supernatural themes combined with undertones of mental anguish and possible medication references make it more suitable for teens and older audiences. Younger children may find the imagery unsettling or confusing.
occult imagery
mental anguish
supernatural
grief
folk mysticism
medication reference
I'm burning wick to fingertip with sage From my shaky-shakin' hands Milly, what have you done to me My friend? I'm tossin' turnin' in an open grave Coined-tongued with whatever I can save Carrying hauntings of a brand-new age— Millie, can't you see I slide Planchettes with my wake? Catch me walking with the ghosts again Must be on that double dose, depends Roman chamomile all down the throat, lift hands In Michigan, the lakes all darken Blackbirds flocking to and fro, sevens Roots drag marsh (harsh) over the floor, levelin' Millie, can't you stop them? You slow no omens Like exhaling, it never ends I'm coughing up elderberry on the stage Like your sacrificial lamb Millie, hypnotize pain away, I beg I'm whisper-hissing notes on every slate That I scribe and toss into the hungry waves Carrying itchings for a familiar ache Millie, can't you see I made a walking stick out of my stake? Catch me walking with the ghosts again Must be on that double dose, depends Roman chamomile all down the throat, lift hands In Michigan, the lakes all darken Blackbirds flocking to and fro, sevens Roots drag marsh (harsh) over the floor, levelin' Millie, can't you stop them? You slow no omens Like exhaling, it never ends Three redwing blackbirds outside my window Two fish heads at my door What be this omen, I'll never know Millie, warm the kettle once more Three redwing blackbirds outside my window Two fish heads at my door One kettle bubbling atop rusted stove but Millie, warm the kettle once Millie, warm the kettle once Millie, could you so please be A kind old dearie just for me And warm the kettle's tea once more? Catch me walking with the ghosts again Must be on that double dose, depends Roman chamomile all down the throat, lift hands In Michigan, the lakes all darken Blackbirds flocking to and fro, sevens Roots drag marsh (harsh) over the floor, levelin' Millie, can't you stop them? You slow no omens Like exhaling, it never ends
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Analysis performed on October 13, 2026