Witches Lyrics

The illusion of the witch, is it blood or speech?

Is that she's a temptatious itch that i cannot seem to reach

Confrontation, dilemma, is it pact or love?

Is she worth the drama? Is she worth a dove?

You burn me at the stake

I dig a hole in the grave

Witches make endless keepsakes

A face is all it takes

Slit their throats, fit on different skins

I am the goat, we'll pray for their sins

Thomasin was right, moral ground won't matter

Close ones we're blind, no one's heart will shatter

You burn me at the stake

I dig a hole in the grave

Witches make endless keepsakes

A face is all it takes

You burn me at stake

You dig my hole in the grave

Witches make endless keepsakes

And give me all the blame