The cult of Astartha

Took a chance on us one more time by the glance that was left on your shoulder.
Sometimes I see your features on strangers' faces. I cannot grow older
Over you.
Since whatever age in my life, I'm going nowhere with my childish fears
 A star was born in my heart. Young and innocent like Britney Spears
In her early years.
Wish I could just shrug it off that easily and move on. But time keeps going on
By its own rules. And just like a freaky book about us hasn't yet written. For too long
The truth was forbidden.
Oh fucked up from the fucking beginning, I must confess that I messed up really.
New start, ah, the cult of Astartha, random symbols, Jewish signs and daydreaming.
Whatsoever, I'm done with spiritual drugs and fake therapy "Catholic heart" cliche;
My real friends are too fucking possessed with demonic spirits. Whatup, Michelle ?
I'm off to go someplace else. Fucking far from the shit I've been on. Nice, right?
I miss him, oh I miss him much. I need to cure my heart with some good old rite.
No, I'm not alright.
Kenai is a satanic panther that hunts me. And he's power is worthy
I see
The moon on your forehead or something.