I’m a witch when in the fire:
the taste, just like acid
dropping down the hole.
I’m a witch when I get out of here,
so devastated was the
dilapidated Ferris wheel.
I’m a witch when my mother comes
and succors me along,
but she don’t like
what I’ve been doing
at the witching hour--
only time I got to raise my flag.
I’m a witch when they come in
to make a martyr out of
flesh and bone. I live for the day
the people gather round’
and weep for the child of
ignorance and recreational hate.
I’m a witch when the riot
raise their fire. I’m unholy
so the temple must go down.
One, three, five, six,
give me, give me all of it.
I can take a lot, you see,
my will is unrelenting.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
I’m a witch when in the fire:
the taste, just like acid
dropping down the hole.
I’m a witch when I get out of here,
so devastated was the
dilapidated Ferris wheel.
I’m a witch when my mother comes
and succors me along,
but she don’t like
what I’ve been doing
at the witching hour--
only time I got to raise my flag.
I’m a witch when they come in
to make a martyr out of
flesh and bone. I live for the day
the people gather round’
and weep for the child of
ignorance and recreational hate.
I’m a witch when the riot
raise their fire. I’m unholy
so the temple must go down.
One, three, five, six,
give me, give me all of it.
I can take a lot, you see,
my will is unrelenting.
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