[Intro – Sampled]
(Narrator): "We find them deep in the shadows [?] forest."

(Sister): "Oh brother dear, please let's rest
We're miles into the forest by this time."

(Brother): "We must go on, little sister
We must put miles between the witch and ourselves."

(Sister): "Alright, brother. Do you really think [?] ?"

(Brother): "'Course I do
[?] turned our own father against [?]
Think how suddenly his love changed to hate
[?] put his own children out of their homes."

(Sister): "[?] must be a witch
Oh, brother, I'm dying of thirst
There must be a stream nearby."

[Verse]
It's the power of suggestion
Tampered psychic guide
Put an end to your questions
May you open your eyes
Counting backwards from ten
Makes you count down again
Never failing to yield those
Same conclusions