I empathize with sally
Made up of scraps and stitches
A living voodoo doll
In a time when they burned witches
A product built to spill
Utterly breakable
She sneaks a song at night
But she cannot face the light
She just can't get a taste
That will satisfy
The endless hunger
I pity her no longer
We want the craze of the chase
There's magic in the displace
We want to never ever stop
Till we rise or till we flop
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
I empathize with sally
Made up of scraps and stitches
A living voodoo doll
In a time when they burned witches
A product built to spill
Utterly breakable
She sneaks a song at night
But she cannot face the light
She just can't get a taste
That will satisfy
The endless hunger
I pity her no longer
We want the craze of the chase
There's magic in the displace
We want to never ever stop
Till we rise or till we flop
