Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live Lyrics

I have been speared and harpooned

By rose thorns and ghostly well-wishers

Salt water seeps into the wound

As the sea seeks to permeate through me

And make me a lodestone for all

Of its rage and comical wisdoms

It seeks to clean me from within

Pushing its needles and kisses

All under my skin

I count all the petals that fall

Safe in my womb; my cot and cocoon

Each one marks a calendar month

Until I can stand up and walk around the room

The faceless white automatons

Moulding my face as if it were clay

Their beaks are all seeping out from

The surgical masks that they use repel the plague

My grapes have all turned to wine

With chemical burns that water your eyes

Their sourness only complies

With the sterility of the saline

And now all my thoughts turn to ash

The anchors have rusted into a red mash

And the plague doctors skip past my aisle

They seem so content to just write me out and cut all my lines