The Company of Witches and Wizards ft. Nitrous Lyrics

Yes I know, yes I know, yes I

Yes I know, yes I know, yes I know

When these nights get too cold

And I dwell on all my wrongs

And this wishing well turns mold

Getting lost in rabbit holes

I don't know which way to go

To stop me stepping on your toes

Your complexion looking stone

When we mixing blood and snow

Girl I'm running out of rope

And you running out of hope

At the ending of my wits

If it ends just make it quick please

Brewing with the witch

All these potions got me sick

Got my stomach doing flips

Chemicals that shouldn't mix

Pills and powder

Up for hours

Sitting in this wizard's tower

Tasting sweet and tasting sour

But a taste like you remains unfounded baby

Apologies

Seem more like commodities

Angel on Earth, oddity

Put the fear of God in me

All I see

Is shadows in my mirror

Right on top of me

All my burdens follow me

To the grave so solemnly

Burning a fever

Sweating my demons out onto your sheets

You a gorgeous heart eater

Shits hard enough tryna become a leader

For you and my people while I'm sinking deeper

Lodged like an anchor the sea steady speaking to me spilling secrets

The dead tell no tales when it's water they breathing

While beautiful creatures don't question the meaning, ever

Yes I know I'm getting old

Twenty four don't match the soul

Twenty four don't match the growth

I'm a fortnight from your home

Leave the drawbridge halfway lowered

Put my words into that tome

And call it thoughts of your own soldier

Yes I know I'm getting old

Twenty four don't match the soul

Twenty four don't match the growth

I'm a fortnight from your home

Leave the drawbridge halfway lowered

Put my words into that tome

And call it thoughts of your own soldier

Peace and understanding could undeal a lot of damage

Girl I'm kneeled inside your cabin

Just tell me to make it happen

I'll rewrite my oldest phantom

Make them tales what you imagine

My past is your little plaything, if you want it you can have it damn it

I am nothing more

Than your favorite fucking whore

Can you tell me what's in store

When I'm weathering this storm

I've been physically sore

Fighting off the tusks of boars

I'm a man fighting off nature

With a wound inside his core

I am nothing more

Than your favorite fucking whore

Can you tell me what's in store

When I'm weathering this storm

I've been physically sore

Fighting off the tusks of boars

I'm a man fighting off nature

With a wound inside his core

I am nothing more

Than your favorite fucking whore

Can you tell me what's in store

When I'm weathering this storm

I've been physically sore

Fighting off the tusks of boars

I'm a man fighting off nature

With a wound inside his core