Broom, broom, broomstick
Sweep my consciousness clear
Leave no rock unturned
Erase every trace of mad—
Ness — oh bless < the beings >
At witching hour float
Across the sacred skies
To nocturnal covens new.
Broomstick, broomstick, broom
Sweep my spirit away from doom
Let no memorial cobweb linger
On a dust free soul released.
Blessed be [ the free ]
Blessed be
{ the
sought after }
Blessed be
my reborn broom
Erasing every trace of mad—
ness.
